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Blonde Attitude Fan Fiction; The fanfiction here is listed in alphabetical order, going by the authors name. Characters from Roswell do not belong to us, they belong to TPTB. Things would be different if we owned them! The actual stories themselves are protected under the copyright laws, so don't steal the plots without asking. Individual stories are © to their authors. New stories will be marked with an *. The boring mythology book my Uncle Todd gave me for my birthday last year says that Athena, goddess of wisdom, sprung fully-grown from her father's head. The book tells of Venus, goddess of love, who emerged one day from the sea, naked and gleaming and expecting adoration. Their births were unexplained and unexpected. I can relate to that. Maria cares for Michael, just like I do. So why can't we all just be? Why is "couple" a prerequisite? I asked Maria to understand and to let me be hers, and she answered, but not the way I wanted. And I remembered her words. Maria began to hit Isabel, over and over, her fists striking out randomly, sobbing as she hit. "It's your fault!" she shrieked. "You could have gone with them! You should have gone with them! They'd still be alive if you had! They would have returned! I wouldn't be alone! It's your fault! It's all your fault!" We walked out of the school // you put your arm around me // and I wanted to scream-- all right // I stopped the car. Yeah, I said Need a ride. I know now that it was for her. I even think I knew that at the time. And I looked at her and I couldn't stop myself. From that day forward I have looked at her and seen this strange paradox. My mother and my daughter, all in one. Someone who needs me, and someone to take care of me. Someone who is not afraid of me. All That Human Hearts Can Endure; Maria twisted in her bed, tossing against the pillows, the blanket inching up her thighs and around her stomach, leaving her almost totally exposed to them. Michael reached out to cover her, Isabel's hand snaking out to stop him again. Want to submit? First, see the guidelines. |
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