Tattling Tuesday

Some of you may know that I have been donating my fics to a few fandoms.  One of them is Fandom Against Famine.  One of the administrators, idealskeptic, posted this today on her blog and I would like repost it here.

Another appeal for Fandom Against Famine

I know I’ve talked about it a lot, but it’s important, so I’m talking about it again.

There’s a famine in Africa and it’s not getting any better. I know that there are a ridiculously frightening number of natural disasters (hurricanes, wildfires, flooding, etc.) that having fandom compilations cropping, but can we please not let get Africa get shoved to the side?

As one of the organizers of Fandom Against Famine, I can tell you that all donations are due by Sunday, October 9, 2011. We don’t have a set donation limit because we want as many people as possible to donate whatever they can to the famine relief charity that they feel most comfortable donating to. We haven’t set a monetary goal, because our goal is to help as many people as we can, whether that’s a single person or a hundred.

We’d rather help a hundred. Wouldn’t you?

So please, if you can spare even a few dollars, DONATE.

If you have any questions, leave a comment and I’ll answer them.

Thanks for listening.

Idealskeptic

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TEASERS

Robbing Peter to Pay Paul - One Shot for Fandom for LLS. Please DONATE to read.

That night wasn’t so good either, so I took a break from the tables for the rest of the week. Alice came by place saying Paul was curious as to when I would be back with his money. I didn’t like him sending her to be his fucking messenger. I told her to quit, but she refused. I told her that I’d take care of her and she laughed and asked with what.

“I’m not with you for the money Edward. If Paul was smart, he would know that your daddy’s wife and you are not the best of friends. It was in the news that you had not been around the Cullen Estate since your dad died. They even knew it was because of the money he left her and not you. I know you went to see her. She never gave you money did she?” Alice was so damn intuitive.

I was caught and nervous, but I knew I could trust Alice. Maybe two devious fucking minds were better than one. So I spilled and told her everything, from Carlisle’s death, stepmommy and the replacements, Aro, and being fucking broke. When I was done, she was staring at me with her mouth opened wide. She finally closed it and sighed.

“You are so fucked,” she said and I snorted.

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Through Blood and Venom - One Shot for Fandom Against Famine.  Here is the link again.

 

Emmett stomped on the brake and turned sharply. His jeep was on two wheels as he popped an almost perfect one-eighty. He smiled at me and pushed the jeep back down the highway. We were at least three hours away. Edward had already texted us that it was done and he was heading to Chicago for some alone time.

Douchebag.

Alice had texted me and asked where we were going. I told her we were going back for Bella. She was family and no matter how bad I wanted something more for her, that girl was meant to be a Cullen. This wasn’t about me anymore. This wasn’t about my empty womb, my un-aging face, or my dead heart. This was about what was good for Bella and we were it.

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The Mistress in the Window - Multific - First two chapters for Fandom for Cancer

It didn’t take me long to find the Cullen Estate again. It was a large country home that was hard to miss once you found the drive. It was a blended design of Italianate and French Second Empire Style features. Most, if not all, of the stucco that covered the red brink underneath was exposed. The bricks were somewhat protruded from the edifice. Years of settlement showing its power of destruction. It must have been immaculate in its day and I imagined it in all its glory. The same buzzing I felt yesterday began to run all over my body. This place was my crack and I didn't know what I was going to do when I left.

I took out my camera and got some shots from a different angle, hoping to see if something new emerged. It looked ready to storm, so there was no sun. The clouds had loomed heavily over the house creating a very sinister shading. The house looked darker though the lens, but there seemed to be a light floating within it. It made me wonder even more about what secrets this house held. I could practically hear the history of this place calling out to me. I wanted to hear it all and I wanted to know how my favorite illusion became trapped here.

As if she had heard me, I looked up and saw she was there in her window. She smiled at me and was first to wave this time. I returned her smile and decide to salute her instead. An even wider smile broke across her face. This woman has to be real. I knew I had to find out for sure or it would….haunt me.

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Okay so that's all I got for you today.  I am already plotting my post for Friday.  It's going to be good.  Lubs ya'll.