Twilight is not mine, I'm just playing.

A/N- Hi everyone, this is an idea that popped into my head. I want to start writing small drabbles every day. They may not be long or complex but hopefully they will help me become a better writer. Where do you fit in? Why I'm glad you asked. I would like you all to provide me with a word. Just one word. I will randomly select a reviewer and use their word in the next day's drabble. So don't leave me hanging.

This is unbeta'd work.

I know it's been a while, but I was focused on finishing Gloaming, so I know you all don't mind.

This time the word comes from LVQueen1

im·pos·si·bil·i·ty

1. condition or quality of being impossible.

2. something impossible.

Absurd, simple absurd. If anyone were to tell me a year ago, a month ago, heck even a week ago what was going to happen to me, I'd have said it was an impossibility. And yet, here I am, face to face with said unlikelihood.

Three different types of birth control and yet this tiny stick haunts me with its little plus sign.

Screw you, tiny stick!

I am not in love, perhaps if I was in love, this tiny thing inside me might have had a different reception. But the fact was, I wasn't even dating. This tiny plus sign was the result of one fucktastic night with a stranger from a club.

At least I knew the baby would be beautiful, cause that man was all sorts of crazy hot! I hoped the baby would have his bronze hair, it was what drew me towards him that night.

I never had one night stands, I was not a slut. There was just something different about him. He approached me in the bar and offered to buy me a drink. I never said yes to those types of offers but he blinded me with his dark eyes and his sex hair.

I'm sure I wasn't the first woman to fall for the sex hair. And heaven help the female population, cause I was pretty sure I wouldn't be the last.

He used all the right lines. "I never do this." "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." "Oh, God, I've never felt this way before."

Okay, maybe that last one was me.

I threw the little stick into the garbage, it's not like I was going to keepsake that thing, I peed on it after all.

I pushed the situation out of my head. Stupid man with the stupid super sperm coming out of his giant, glorious….

I mean, I had left him my number and he never called. At least I was pretty sure I left him my number, I was pretty hung over.

I ripped open the door of the fridge, nearly spilling all the condiment bottles in the door onto the floor. I grabbed my orange juice and sat down to read the paper that had been sitting on the table for three days.

I didn't know why I bothered to order the paper, I read it once in a blue moon.

I flipped open the personal sections. I loved looking at the sad lonely people searching for love, it made me feel less sad and lonely.

One ad was bigger than the others and caught my attention right away.

To the beautiful brunette I met at Eclipse.

Please contact me, I miss you.
Your Bronze Booty Call

Holy shit!

E/N- Thanks for reading. I will not be doing these every day, but please leave me some word suggestions and I will choose one when I write again.