Mary Shepherd-Sunderland

  • I live in PA
  • I was born on February 12
  • My occupation is Oompa Loompa
  • I am Female
  • Mary Shepherd-Sunderland

    Reposting after an accidental deletion.

    Chapter Eight: All Eyes On Me

    “Mr. Sunderland, you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. Do you understand?”

    James looked at Laura's small, frightened face—a ghostly circle inside the darkness of the car.

    He pressed his hands on the cold white surface of the police car, overcome with such shame he felt like shirking into a dot. “What's going to happen to her?” he asked, his voice shamefully broken.

    “Do you understand?” the officer repeated, sterner this time.

    James' head sunk in defeat. “Yes.”

    The police station was even more cold than he could take. The lights were bright, like the hospi…

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  • Mary Shepherd-Sunderland

    This installment is shorter than the others before it, since I am preparing the contents for the following chapter, in which we will reach a conclusion to the story. All my love and digital baked goods go out to everyone!

    Chapter Nine: Linger (Interlude)

    “Thank you for saving me, but.. I wish you hadn't. Even Mama said it. I deserved what happened.”

    James hadn't been through what she had, hadn't known what she had seen, but in that moment, he could tell that she hadn't passed the test. He knew that if he were in her situation, he probably would have given up a long time ago himself, but he had Mary. She was calling out to him, and she was here somewhere. But Angela? What had she to live for? She was damned, just like him, or probably even more …

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  • Mary Shepherd-Sunderland

    Hello again. Despite the encouraging feedback I've gotten so far, I can't help but wonder if anyone is getting bored with the domestic setting and the volume of dialogue. As this is a hurt/comfort fic, I do usually tone the action down quite a bit for stories like these, and they tend to focus more on the individual relationships between characters and character development. I also wonder if anyone thinks my writing style can be confusing to follow at times, since I flit in and out of flashbacks and things like that. Constructive criticism is welcome as well as compliments!

    Chapter Seven: Unwell

    Laura's clothes were strewn all over the bedroom. A jean skirt and the pink bra from the day before lay in a crumpled heap by the bed, and her worn …

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  • Mary Shepherd-Sunderland

    Chapter Six: Coming Around Again

    The early traffic was only beginning to take hold. Every now and then a car zoomed really fast down the streets, and that frequent, horrid train whistle would sound outside. The letters, the white and the yellower one, sat on the edge of the little round table next to his couch.

    Wrapped like a mummy in his blankets, he stared at the black screen of the TV, suffused in thoughts of the past. What couldn't be reversed. What now is, and would forever be. And how sad it was that time was the only thing that was truly eternal, passing and passing and never looking back. James had always been haunted by many ghosts, and so far none of them had let up. He truly doubted any of them ever would.

    Dear Frank,

    It's been a wh…

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  • Mary Shepherd-Sunderland

    Forgive me for the long overdue update. I was juggling quite a few things for this chapter, and I didn't want to rush because I felt this deserved a little more thought and investment than the other chapters. I thank all of you who take the time to voice your encouraging thoughts! Please continue to R&R! :)

    Chapter Five: Afraid

    The next morning, he had that all too familiar feeling in his gut. He felt the endless need to throw up, but there was nothing to purge. Throughout all his insane thinking, he feared that he would have to suffer the memory of it for as long as he lived.

    In the long run... Did it even make sense?

    So what did you tell her, James?”

    His fringe obscured his eyes. “I told her I didn't want to see her anymore.”

    Suddenly, he fel…

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