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Hey y'all. It's been a while since I was on here. I've recently started writing the sequel to my Tomorrow story. Philena is doing as well as can be expected in this sequel. I've written the first chapter which is quite a bit longer than I thought it would be and now am on to the second where I feel I must describe the legal process she is going through with Stepmonster, but I've never written anything of the sort.

I was wondering if any of you may know, whether from experience of being in a court room in one role or another or just from writing a lot of crime stories, the order in which one may go. Who will speak first? Will they try him for her mother's murder and all the abuse she's suffered in the one go or no? What kind of questions will they ask, both the prosecution (her side) and the defense (his side)?

As always, if there are any tips or extra details/info you can offer me, I certainly welcome it.

Thank you :)

~Aria

I used to write to let all my emotions and thoughts out onto a page, figuring if they were here or on deviantART, they couldn't hurt me too bad.
Then I wrote strictly for awareness reasons on subjects such as eating disorders, depression, ptsd and various other disorders, not to mention diseases like the various cancers that are out there.
Now... I don't write often, but most of my writing pops out as a musing or a rant about something or other, though I am working on the sequel to Tomorrow right now. I have yet to decide whether to share it here. If ever I find it worthy of publishing, it should probably have never been publicly available, correct?
I still write for awareness occasionally and every once in a while I'll need to get out a few anxious thoughts, but most of my writing now is centered on a story I started previously.

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Very easy, yummy homemade hot cocoa.

About 2 cups of half n half to 1/4 cup unsweetened cocoa to 1/2 cup sugar and a sprinkling of cinnamon. Mmmm

Andrew. Moving out. Permit. License. Car. Work. Life...

etc.

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OF COURSE. I found a costume, I found a costume. Heehee. Very flowy red dress + black cloak + boots + white foundation + red lips + black and red hair = sexy, dangerous vampiress. ^.^

Ummmm same.

hello from without please don't pout we'll be there soon  we're just past the big spoon flying through ash throwing a big ole bash and hoping he won't lash - out. his green eyes fail to see  the points to my story and all my lies  are far from innocent I'm far from alive as I cross this universe of pain and terse words. ...

Added 21 Jan 2019 | Category Poetry | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 273 | 4 Comments

Drip drop plop Raindrops on the rooftop Drip Drip Drop I just wanna flop Right into bed Cover up my head Close my ears to the things you said Somebody take my fears- Put them in a box…   X...x...x... Metal on metal Wait for the knives to settle And the water to boil in the kettle Don't get caught by the nettle   Whoosh … Wind rushing through the bush My...

Added 20 Jan 2019 | Category Songs | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 291 | 7 Comments

“Somebody!” “Please!” “Please, somebody !” The screams fill my ears as I watch the news video play out. The gunshots punctuate every cry with a hollow shout. My heart beats like a hummingbird’s wings with the knowledge that if we do not fix this - if this just keeps going and we don't change something in our system - my nieces could have to worry about this when they go to school. When...

Added 26 Nov 2018 | Category Musings | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 341 | 6 Comments

Long Distance isn't romantic. It isn't hidden love letters and long visits with the knowledge you'll see them again in six months. Long distance is loving someone so much it hurts to be away from them. It's knowing that they're blushing or smiling or crying just by the tone of their silence - they don't even have to giggle or speak anymore, you just know. It's dreaming that they are there...

Added 08 Mar 2018 | Category Musings | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 348 | 3 Comments

“Once upon a time, I ripped the wings from my spine…” - Special Pets by Otep. “Can’t get your way, so you’re angry.” - Halestorm. “I can’t keep quiet…” - Quiet by Milck. “ “No!” The nightmare ends as I re-enter reality, feeling around for the lamp in the darkness of the early morning. The alarm clock alerts me to the fact that it’s only two-thirty in the A.M. and I still have...

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I started this and realized I don't really know what I'm going to write... it's been a long, long time since I last wrote anything on here, so I guess this is just going to be a musing... maybe. It's been a little over three months since I stayed the night at a friend's house and we drove to pick up Andrew at the airport the next day. That day was amazing - like a dream come true. We...

Added 09 Aug 2016 | Category Musings | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 554 | 7 Comments

"Come here, 'Lena. Come over to your stepfather."  He beckons to me and I walk over, thinking maybe, just maybe, that day at the Zoo was a one-time thing. Maybe... maybe he wouldn't hurt me any more. Maybe he'd be a new Dad- not so much a replacement for Daddy, but a new one. Someone to keep his spot warm. "That's a good little girl. Come on."  He removes my pants and holds me...

Added 08 Jul 2016 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 507 | 1 Comment

"Help is on the way... but it never came!" - Help Is On The Way by Rise Against.     It began as a trickle, a wee stream, but it's growing now the river  looks more like a lake and the lake like an ocean.   and you stand on the shore awaiting help that never comes.   [drowning in depression]   And it began as a word, a wee breath, but they want more now the breath ...

Added 10 Mar 2016 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 509 | 1 Comment

"2am and I'm still awake, writing a song. If I get it all down on paper it's no longer inside of me, threatening the life it belongs to." -Anna Nalick, Just Breathe. They say I'm out of my head , but oh how they are wrong . I'm so stuck inside my head, over-thinking and over-anxious and over-exaggerating every emotion until I've over done myself and I fry my emotions and then I'm...

Added 31 Jan 2016 | Category Musings | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 597 | 1 Comment

I fall asleep after our Skype session, not even glancing at the clock because I know it's early morning. We say "Goodnight, sleep well and sweet dreams" and our I love yous. It is getting increasingly more difficult to end the call afterwards, because all I want to do all day, every day is Skype with you. All I want to do now, all day, is be with you. I am aching to hold you in May even...

Added 16 Dec 2015 | Category Musings | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 593 | 3 Comments