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Today’s Story a Day prompt was to write about your character waking up in a space they don’t recognize. It doesn’t take Jonas too long to figure out where he is, though it isn’t a place he wanted to find himself again. This leads in to a Stream of Consciousness post I did earlier in the year.

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Jonas groaned and turned his head to the side where he could hear some sort of beeping noises. It sounded too damn familiar, though he hadn’t heard it for months. It had been months, hadn’t it?
Maybe it had all been some fucked up dream, and he was still in the army hospital.
“You little asshole. I know you’re awake.”
It must have been a dream. Because those were the same words he’d heard when he thought he’d first woken up. Still, he muttered, “You’ve said that before, Toby.”
“Yeah, and I actually mean it today. I’m really tired of you scaring the shit out of us and making us think we’re going to lose you.”
Jonas wasn’t quite sure what his brother was talking about. What had he done this time? “I didn’t make the helicopter crash.”
Toby barked out a short laugh, and Jonas forced his eyes open finally. This was definitely a hospital room. But, it didn’t look like the one he had first woken up in. Not that he could see all of it, not clearly at least. So the partial loss of vision hadn’t been part of the dream. Damn. His brother was in his field of vision, though.
Even with that laugh, his brother did not look amused. “I’m not talking about what happened more than six months ago.” So none of it had been a dream then. “I’m talking about your boyfriend calling me in tears because he couldn’t wake you up. I’m talking about Isaac saying there was an empty pill bottle next to you, and I didn’t have a clue how many you’d even taken. I’m fucking talking about being scared they wouldn’t get you here in time to save your life.”
Jonas just stared at his brother. He still didn’t know what his brother was talking about. He remembered Isaac’s father attacking them. And his brother being there when he woke up on the couch, taking him back through everything that had happened for the police report. He remembered Toby handing him one of his pain pills, even though Jonas had refused to take any for several days before that.
And then…fuzziness. Had he taken more pills? He really couldn’t remember.
“What has gotten into you?” Toby asked when Jonas didn’t say anything. “Don’t you realize how much you’d be missed? How much it would hurt all of us, especially Mama. Why would you do this?”
“I didn’t…I wasn’t trying to do anything. I know you gave me a pill. Then, I crashed out. And I don’t remember anything that happened after that. Jeez, Toby, I’ve been trying not to take them just so this wouldn’t happen.”
“Since when?” Toby asked harshly.
“Saturday. I realized I was taking too many, and I didn’t want it to get worse.”
Toby let out a curse in Spanish before turning back to Jonas. “I can’t believe you. I used to think you were pretty damn smart, but right now you’re certainly proving me wrong.”
He flinched at his brother’s words. He didn’t know why Toby ever would have thought that. “So far you aren’t telling me anything I didn’t know.”
Toby let out a growl and paced over to the door. Jonas closed his eyes, wishing his brother would just leave. Maybe everyone should just leave him alone.

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Today’s Story a Day prompt was to write a story as a news report. I kind of broke from that at the end. This takes place during the short story I’m writing this month to post on patreon. I’m not sure if this part will make it into that or not. We’ll see.

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“I’m here at 664 Hillthorpe Street. Earlier tonight three fire companies were called out for a fully involved residential structure. The firefighters are still extinguishing the flames, but five juveniles were taken to the hospital with burns and smoke inhalation.”
“Were there any other victims?”
“No, Tom. I spoke to Chief Sollmann. It looks like the fire started with some faulty wiring downstairs. One of the juveniles said he was in charge of his siblings tonight while the parents were out for dinner. They are being contacted now.”
“What’s the status of the children?”
“Four are listed in stable condition. One…one was announced as dead on arrival.”
The head anchor came back fully on the screen. “We’ll have more information as it comes to us.”
The news switched to another story, but Rian could only keep staring at the screen. “I have to go, Tammy.”
“What is it? I thought your curfew wasn’t until midnight.”
“That was my house,” he said, waving at the television that was now showing the weather forecast. “I have to go. They said…they…”
Her arms went around him. “It’s okay. I’ll drive. They’ll all be at the hospital. Let’s go.”

Today’s Story a Day prompt was to write a story in the form of a series of letters. I decided to go the more digital way. There are three people involved, or at least it seems that way. I’m planning on writing these characters’ story. It’s an idea I’ve had in my head for a while, though it’s changed a bit from the initial idea I had years ago(that I actually did start to write, but I don’t think I have any of it saved anywhere).

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5/1: In Nightborne game chat
CoachMage: I can’t believe you killed me again
NuttyHippo: That’s what you get for using the same technique over and over.
CoachMage: It usually works for me.
NuttyHippo: If they ever come across you again, they’ll be prepared for it, though. You need to mix up your attacks, or you’re never going to make it out of there.

5/5: Global Friend Messenger
MarshImp: Hello! I haven’t seen you on for a while.
NuttyHippo: Sorry. Got sucked into a wormhole. Or something.
MarshImp: Or something? That doesn’t sound too good. Did it at least take you to an interesting alternate dimension?
NuttyHippo: It’s fine. I’ve been through this particular wormhole before. It just sucks away all your energy then plunks you right down where you were.
MarshImp: Are you sure you’re okay? I’m here to talk if you want.
NuttyHippo: No, it’s fine. I’m just still a little tired from the trip. I’ll talk to you later.

5/8: Global Friend Messenger
NuttyHippo: It was nice meeting you. I’m glad Mom invited you and your daughter to dinner.
CoachMage: I’m glad I accepted. I didn’t realize the daughter she always raved about was the same knight I was always battling in the dungeons.
NuttyHippo: *laughs* Tell me about it. It was a shock to me, too. Mom doesn’t think much of my gaming, so it wouldn’t have even crossed her mind.
CoachMage: I get that. But I did have a good time. If nothing else, I’ll see you around in the dungeons.
CoachMage: but, hey, listen, I don’t talk about my daughter online. I know we aren’t all crazies, but you never know for sure. So, if you could not mention that in the dungeon chat.
NuttyHippo: Of course. I get it. There are things I don’t like to discuss online, too. Don’t worry about it.

5/19: Global Friend Messenger
NuttyHippo: You there? My plans changed for the night.
NuttyHippo: Marsh? It says you’re online. If you don’t want to talk, I get it.
MarshImp: No. I’m here. What’s going on?
NuttyHippo: Nothing, I guess. I thought this guy liked me. My mom introduced us, and we realized we already knew each other online. We couldn’t seem to get the same time off in the last couple weeks, and then we did, but he canceled on me. I don’t know. Maybe it just wasn’t meant.
MarshImp: Maybe it doesn’t have anything to do with you. Maybe he just got all caught up in his own head. I bet he’s regretting it now, though.
NuttyHippo: Ha! Yeah, sure. I doubt that. I seem to turn people off as soon as they meet me in person. It’s probably best we’ve kept our friendship online only. I wouldn’t want to lose you, too.
NuttyHippo: Shit. You went silent again. I said something wrong again. I’m sorry.
MarshImp: No. It’s fine. I just got busy. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. You don’t have to worry about that.

5/20: Global Friend Messenger
CoachMage: Sorry I had to cancel dinner last night. I really did want to see you.
NuttyHippo: Maybe it’s best if we just keep our relationship to the Nightborne chats.
CoachMage: That’s not what I want. I want to see you again.
NuttyHippo: Well, I think it’s all I can handle right now. I’m sorry.

5/26: Nightborne Game Chat
CoachMage: I’m seriously sorry if I screwed everything up.
NuttyHippo: The only thing you’re screwing up is your character’s experience points. You better start actually playing.
CoachMage: Hard to play when my head is all screwed up.
NuttyHippo: Then I guess you’d better get it straightened out. I’m no help with that.
NuttyHippo has left the game.

5/29: Global Friend Messenger
NuttyHippo: I am so tired. Tired of everything. I don’t think there’s enough sleep in the world to make up for this tired.
MarshImp: Are you okay?
MarshImp: Talk to me.
MarshImp: Please.
NuttyHippo: I’m fine. Sorry. My head’s just a mess. Dealing with…family. Stuff. It’s complicated.
MarshImp: I know dealing with your mom can get difficult. But, she’s handling things the best she can.
NuttyHippo: I never told you about my mom. I don’t discuss it with people I’ve never met.
MarshImp: I’m sure you have.
NuttyHippo: No, I’ve only ever discussed it with…Marshall. Damn it.
MarshImp has gone offline

5/29: Nightborne Game Chat
NuttyHippo: I can’t believe you. Who are you really?
CoachMage: I can explain. Please let me. We can meet somewhere.
NuttyHippo: You know what? I don’t even want to hear it. I don’t know if I can believe anything that comes out of your mouth anymore. I’m done. I’m just so completely done.
NuttyHippo has left the game.
NuttyHippo’s profile cannot be found.

5/30: Global Friend Messenger
NuttyHippo is not friends with MarshImp. Do you want to send a friend request?
Sorry, NuttyHippo cannot be found. Do you wish to invite them to Global Friend?

So, I took Monday off from writing(well, basically. I did finish off the chapter I’d been working on and I wrote a Story a Day piece). Tuesday I wrote over 3k on Flames of Knowledge. Then, I was able to get through the rest of my goals by the end of Thursday(actually I think it was by early afternoon). Which meant I was able to take Friday off as well. So, I think I will continue to do this.

She deigned to lay on my lap

Color Code:

Finished/Monthly Goal Met

Progress

Nothing Done

Set Aside

Plotting:

  • Primary: Craving You – Story Toolkit 
    • This Week – Character Arc 2, Romance Arc, Subplot, Event Brainstorm 1, Event Brainstorm 2
  • Secondary: Craving You – Outline Act 1 
  • Tertiary: Flames of Knowledge – Outline Acts 3 
  • Stretch: Heart to Heart – Brainstorm

Writing

  • Primary: Flames of Knowledge – Chapter 28 – 10525/~15000 words
    • This Week: Get through Chapter 26 – Through Chapter 26/26
      • Connor’s face flushed an even brighter red, which Ames hadn’t even thought possible, but nodded. What was so complicated? Either he liked them or not. Either he accepted them, and until today they’d thought he had, or he didn’t. It seemed pretty simple to Ames.
        Apparently not to Connor.
  • Side Projects – 3350 words – 2837/3350 words
    • This Week: Riley Fire – 1000 words – 1017/1000 words
  • Jonas & Isaac – 15 pages – 10.46/15 pages
    • This Week: 3.25 pages – 3.375/3.25 pages
  • By the Gun – 6 scenes

Editing

  • Primary: Flames of Renewal – Beta edits(I wasn’t sure if I’d get these back before the end of the month, so I hadn’t initially included it. But I did) 
    • This Week: Compile comments through Chapter 15 – Finished through Chapter 15/15
  • Primary2: Stained Blood – Beta edits
  • Secondary: Short Story Collection
    • Bree & Jenny
    • Goin’ Down
    • Meeting Jonas*
    • Changing History
  • Tertiary: Paint Me a Picture – Transfer to Scrivener
  • Stretch: Law of Choice – send to CP 

Reading:

  • Read: 20 books – 13/20
    • Yours for Christmas(Susan Mallery) – Started this Sunday afternoon.
    • Inkmistress(Audrey Coulthurst) – Started this Sunday night. On page 150/387
    • Oaths(Lindsay Buroker) – Started this Tuesday afternoon. Finished it Thursday afternoon.
    • Shelter By the Sea(Elena Aitken) – Started this Wednesday afternoon. At 19%
    • Origins(Lindsay Buroker) – Started this Thursday afternoon. Finished it Friday afternoon.
    • Exposed(Various) – Started this Friday afternoon. At 53%
  • Listen: 5 books – 14/5 books
    • Joy Ride(Lauren Blakely) – Started this Saturday morning. Finished it Sunday afternoon
    • Neanderthal Marries Human(Penny Reid) – Started this Monday morning. Finished it Tuesday afternoon.
    • Friends Without Benefits(Penny Reid) – Started this Tuesday afternoon. Finished it Wednesday evening.
    • Love Hacked(Penny Reid) – Started this Wednesday evening. Finished it Friday morning.
    • Beauty and the Mustache(Penny Reid) – Started this Friday morning. Finished it Saturday morning.
    • Ninja at First Sight(Penny Reid) – Started this Saturday morning. Finished it Saturday afternoon.

Social Media

  • Primary: Post 5 regular weekly posts – 15/21
    • This week:
      • Writing Wednesday
      • Fiction Friday
      • Stream of Consciousness Saturday
      • Weekend Writing Warriors
      • Sunday Summary
  • Secondary: Post 31 stories for Story a Day – 19/31
  • Tertiary: Make 3 Patreon posts1/3

Crafting

  • Knit: Dunfallandy Baby Blanket
    • This Week – Finish Side 3 – 28/56 rows
  • Crochet: Boxy Blanket
    • This week – Get through Row 80 – 80/80 rows

Sometimes he loses motivation halfway off the couch

Today’s Story a day prompt was to tell a story “direct to camera”. I probably didn’t do it exactly right. But, I did have Jonas telling his brother about the attack by Isaac’s father.

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“I was sitting on the couch with Isaac. Get that smirk off your face, Toby. You said you wanted to know what happened here earlier today. “I’m trying to tell you.”
He waved his hand at me to continue.
“Like I said, we were on the couch, and there was a knock on the door. I was going to get it, but I didn’t have my leg on. So, Isaac got up. I didn’t know what was going on, so I tried to get up. Then, Isaac fell back into the living room. His father was right there. Isaac told him he couldn’t be here, that he needed to leave before the police showed up. Of course, he refused. And he hit Isaac. I couldn’t get over to him.” I held up my hand. “Don’t interrupt me, Toby. Please.”
He nodded, and I drew in a deep breath to continue.
“I told him he had to leave, but of course he didn’t listen, either. That’s when I called you. He saw that and knocked the phone from my hand. I just hoped you were still able to listen. He hit me in the face, kicked my bad leg. The rest is kind of blurry. But, Isaac told him to hurt him instead. That he was used to it. He stepped on my chest. Not Isaac. His father.”
Yeah,” Toby said slowly, “I figured that.”
Of course. My brain was feeling fuzzy, though. Stupid pain pills. Which was why I needed to get the rest out before I was completely useless. “Isaac kept asking him to stop hurting me. And asked him what he wanted. He said for Isaac to pay. He still blames him for being in prison.”
“That’s his own damn fault.”
“I told him that and managed to get him off my chest. Isaac threw something at him. I was trying to pull myself to my feet…foot. I told him to run. I just wanted him to get away from his father. The next thing I know was the officers coming in to check on me. Then you and Isaac and the paramedics were there. And that’s all I know.”
“He didn’t say how he planned to make Isaac pay.”
“No. I don’t think. Probably killing him. He can’t control Isaac, so what else would he want?”
“All right. I don’t have any other questions right now, then. Go get some sleep. I know where you live if I need more information.”
Ha, my older brother thought he was so funny. “Go be a cop. I’m going to sleep now.”

Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’ve got the next part of Hawk’s story for you this week. This picks up immediately after last week’s.

“Not that,” Wraith said. “This one would have killed you,” he said, tapping on the deep groove in his helmet, “if you hadn’t already been knocked off course. This is the one that likely saved your life.” He turned the helmet a quarter of the way, so he could see the tiny hole marking it.

“What the hell is that?”

“Doesn’t look like it was made by much more than a pellet. Though he would have had to be closer than what I saw. And it was from a different angle than this other one.”

“Who the hell would have shot a pellet gun, if that’s what it was, at me? And why?”

Those are some good questions, Hawk. Just what is happening? Does he have two people trying to kill him, or is there another explanation?

Jonas felt hollow inside. He’d failed Isaac today. Isaac’s father had attacked, and Jonas hadn’t been able to do anything to stop him.

He didn’t know why Isaac would even bother with him anymore. He wasn’t any good for anything. He wouldn’t blame Isaac if he just stayed away.

This shouldn’t be happening. Isaac shouldn’t be worried about his father coming after him. Jonas should still be out there helping wounded soldiers off the battlefield. None of this was supposed to be happening. This wasn’t the way he’d seen his life going.

And he was tired of it. So tired of it all.

There were too many spiraling thoughts in his head. He just wanted to empty it all out. Maybe if he could actually get some sleep, that would happen.

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Today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt was to use either empty/hollow or both. This one is a little depressing. But, this is close to where I am in Jonas & Isaac’s story and is leading up to where I can add in an earlier part I wrote.

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