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Archive for August, 2018
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write, where we share 8-10 sentences from a project and sometimes get creative with punctuation. 😉 I’m continuing with Hawk’s story. I skipped over some of it, but Hawk’s father was still lingering. They managed to make it away, though. This is the end of this scene:
“So,” Barbie finally said, “I take it your father hasn’t given up yet.”
I let out a rough laugh. “No, and he’s going to be after both of us now,” I said, gesturing back to where Noah clung to his seat. “With or without getting paid for it.”
“Really,” Barbie said, glancing over her shoulder, “and why’s that?”
“Meet my little brother, Noah. And my father will consider him coming with us the worst betrayal.”
“Well, that’s just wonderful,” Barbie said. Then she turned in her seat and smiled at Noah. “Welcome to the family.”
Will everyone else accept him so easily? What other trouble are they going to face? I’ll have more for you next week.
“How was traffic?”
Wyatt barely spared his father a glance. He was still smarting from the last argument they’d had. “I live two streets over, Dad. Are you counting the whole two cars I passed?”
His dad barked out a laugh. “Right. Everything okay?”
Wyatt just kept moving through the house. He couldn’t stand to even be close to his father right now. It was dramatic, he knew that. But, he needed to sort through his thoughts before he could handle it.
He walked into the kitchen and his mom turned from the sink. He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Hey, Mama.”
She took one look at his face, then sighed and shook her head. “You are still fighting with your father. Why must you?”
“I’m not doing anything. He made his opinion very clear, and I made it equally as clear that I do not appreciate it. There’s not really anywhere to go from there.”
“I hate when you two fight. Even when neither of you are right.”
She shook her head. “I know love isn’t quite logical, but he’s just worried about you. He may not have handled it well, but it’s because he does care about you.”
“I don’t need him to protect me. Kaden isn’t going to do anything to hurt me. Dad would realize that if he even got to know him at all. He didn’t get protective with Andres.”
“You were sixteen when you were with him, and had already been friends for several years. And if you didn’t think he worried, especially when you both joined the Army, you’re wrong. He just doesn’t always show it the best way.”
Wyatt wasn’t quite sure he believed that, but he let it go for now. Nothing he could do about his father’s feelings, especially not when he was just barely managing his own.
This week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt was to use words ending with -ic or -ical. I have more with Wyatt and Kaden, well Wyatt. I have a feeling this isn’t the first time he and his father have butted heads.
Kyran crouched down behind the barrel, watching the people combing the street in front of them. “We have five people trying to kill us right now, what are we supposed to do?”
Arwyn ticked each person off his finger. “Actually, it’s more like eight.
“Oh, sorry I wasn’t specific enough!”
Arwyn bit back a chuckle. The man was so cute when he got angry. Especially when that was directed at Arwyn. It must be why he needled him so often. “At least half of them don’t even know what they’re doing. We just have to wait them out, then we can get out of here.”
“And what about the other half?”
“Between the two of us, I’m sure we can take them on. Don’t worry, I’ve got your back.”
Back to my Pirates story for this week’s Fiction Friday. Not quite sure how they get to this point or where it will go from here.
Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write, where we share 8-10 sentences from a project and sometimes get creative with punctuation. 😉 I’m continuing Hawk’s story, picking up from where last week’s left off(“Yes,” she said, “it’s back this way. Can you tell me anything?”)
“When we get into the cage.”
I felt Noah jerk away from me, but I barely glanced at him. “Car,” I told him, “not an actual cage.”
“Feels like one when you’re used to being on a bike all the time, though,” Barbie said, cracking a grin even though I could tell she was still worried.
“Yes, ma’am,” Noah said quietly.
“Oh, Hawk, your new friend is polite; that’s a breath of fresh air, isn’t it?”
My lips quirked up slightly at that. “Funny, Barbie, really, and he’s not exactly a friend.”
“Really, and what’s Devil going to think about that?”
“Stop, I’ll tell you everything when we’re on our way home.”