All of the stars hung Just for looking on You've become very far I'm wondering what you're hiding from Marlena curled up against the cold wall of the brick building behind her as she once again attempted to dry her tears, falling beyond her cheeks to her coat. She watched the number on the …
Better Than Puppies – By Linn
"Hey baby. You've officially been out of it for four months. So, when are you going to be like every other man and get scared at the thought of sticking with something for more than a month and bail on this hospital bed huh? Come on. Time to rise and shine lazy boy, the world …
Empty In the Night – By Linn
"Did she say where she dropped them?" "She said the parking lot by the clinic. Who can see anything in this dark? Remind me to tell the mayor to put up some lights when he comes in next week." "You're treating the mayor?" "Forget you heard that." "I told you he's …
Moonlight – By Linn
"John, can you bring Claire's shoes for me?" Marlena walked down the penthouse stairs, her granddaughter attached to her hips. "When is Shawn picking her up?" As if on cue, the doorbell rang and Claire squirmed in Marlena's arms. "Never mind." "Dada!" "That's your papa, let's hope he remembered the car seat …
Revenge – By Linn
"Tell me something John. Was it just Hope or was anyone but me?" Marlena's emotions were on overload, she couldn't think clearly. "No one but you baby, come on! You are the one." John tried to get a hold of Marlena, but she kept wrenching herself out of his grip. This was the 10th fight …
Someday Soon – By Linn
"John? Hello? Are you here?" Marlena Evans hoisted her daughter higher on her hip and knocked on the door again. "Wanna knock baby? Knock. Can you say hi daddy?" "Daddy!" Isabella Black, nicknamed Belle, was a mini-Marlena to a T. The same blonde hair, the same dazzling smile and the same sassy attitude. …
Wicked – Linn
Stepping out of the coffee shop on 5th, he rounded the corner, running smack into... "Fuck! Damnit!" Well, this just my day isn't it? "Oh God, I'm so sorry." Woah, dude, stop staring at her. Fuck, she's gorgeous. Now that's what I call a fucking walking wet dream. "What the fuck? Are you …
The Jarlena Journal 