Posted in Posted by Jane Austen

Ahem. A little bird told me that you have written more of Jake's story, and yet you do not post. This does not agree with the Inklings and they have suggested I threaten you! I do have in my possession various tortures that will handicap the writing hand and twist the brain so horribly, you will never again gain back any ideas for your story you might have cooked up. *evil laughter* Having already experienced my dungeons, I suggest you post more! I already have Jules in there, however, and we wouldn't want it to get crowded, now would we?
R.K.
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Yeah, so that was a pm sent to me by R.K. So posting was on my list of things to do..>_<
Oh, I wanted to ask if anyone thought it might be time to change to avatar...it's been the same for ages now.....I got the ok from Jack and she said to ask ya'll. Here is it~

And what does everyone think of maybe adding music to the sidebar? Just a thought....

And here is Jake...
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Jake blinked his eyes open.
 Well, at least I made it to heaven. The angel that looked down at him made him forget the pain in his leg.
 “How do you feel, Jake?”
 The beautiful woman, she knows my name? Well, she is an angel…angels knew these things. 
 “Water.” He croaked out. There was water in heaven, right? At least he hoped so. He remembered something about crystal waters and such.
 The angel reached for the pitcher of water on the nightstand. Then poured him a glass and helped him sit up.
 Jake gulped the water, relishing the coolness going down his throat. Some spilt down his chin, but the angel took care of that.
 “So,” Jake rasped, then cleared his throat and tried again. “What is your name? Angels have names right?” Wow, now there’s a new lame pick-up line.
  “Angel, huh? If you say so.” The angel quirked an eyebrow and lifted a corner of her mouth.
 “Do I know you?” Jake asked. The face looked familiar, like a distant dream. He felt certain that if he had seen this unearthly beautiful face before, he’d of remembered.
 She just quirked her other brow and looked at him as is he should know the answer to that.
 “Are all angels so mysterious?” he asked, aggravated. He hoped it wasn’t sacrilegious to get aggravated with an angel. That wouldn’t be good, to finally make it to heaven, only to get in trouble with the Father for angelic abuse. That would just be my luck. But the pain in his leg was intensifying more each moment. This can’t be right, there was no pain in heaven. That was one thing he did remember, his dad dying when he was 18. His mom’s way of consolation was that he wasn’t in pain. So if this wasn’t heaven, where was he? He wished he could remember everything.
 “Am I dead?” he worked up the nerve to ask, dreading the answer.
 The angel’s face lost all amusement.
 “No, Jake. You didn’t die, but it was close…too close, 365.I wish I didn’t have to do this.”
 She took out a little black remote and pressed a red button in the center.
 Pain like a lightening bolt spread through out his neck making his back arch. Then he remembered everything. Then one moment later, he wished he was dead and didn’t remember.  

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