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Story a Day: Day 3 – Dazzling Sunset

*Yes, I wrote Day 3 on the 4th of September because I’m skipping Sundays this month.

Today I used the “the sunsets were dazzling…” prompt combined with a sensory writing prompt from a patreon account I follow. This month’s was to use thunder, flannel, and $2 bills somehow. For this one, I used characters who showed up in a couple of my May Story a Day pieces.


I reached the ledge and pulled myself up over it, settling myself against the rock while Aidan finished the climb. It had taken us a while before we’d been able to come back here. First I’d almost lost him to a slippery grip. Then, he’d thought he’d lost me to a madman. Is it any wonder climbing had lost its appeal for a while there?
Thunder rumbled in the distance, and I cast a quick glance toward the sky. The sunsets were dazzling from up here, but with those clouds rolling in, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect.
A hand reached up over the ledge, and I grasped it, helping Aidan pull himself the rest of the way up. He dropped back against the rock with me, and we watched the sky streak with orange and pink and even some dark purple.
The thunder boomed again, and it sounded closer this time. “We’d better get back to camp,” he said.
I wouldn’t mind staying here and watch the storm roll through, but I knew he was right. If we didn’t move, we’d be soaked. And sleeping in a tent while already drenched was not quite my idea of fun. Of course, we could always dry each other off and warm up together. And that was my idea of fun.
We packed the equipment back into our bags, and started off down the trail. Neither of us spoke, but we held hands and kept pace with each other. Once we were back in the tent, warm and dry, there would be plenty of time to talk. And anything else.
Rain drops hit us as we walked into the campsite. They fell harder, and we raced to the tent. Aidan unzipped the flap, and we both stepped inside. He zipped it back up and turned to me. A moment later, the skies completely opened up. He was shivering, so I dropped in front of my pack we’d left behind and pulled out a flannel shirt. It was a little long in the sleeve but it would work to get him warm.
“You don’t think I packed my own warm stuff?” he asked me.
I grinned at him. “You are the optimistic thinker of us. I prefer to be prepared.”
He laughed and wrapped the shirt around him, the sleeves hanging past his hands. I dug another shirt out for myself. And watched a $2 bill fall out of the pack. I could have sworn I’d left that at home. I’d thought it was lucky until the last time I brought it on a hike.
And Aidan had almost fallen off the cliff face we’d just climbed.
“It doesn’t have good or bad luck,” he said now. “We make our own luck, Ian.”
After a moment, I nodded. Then, I stepped into his arms. I wouldn’t need the sweatshirt I’d pulled out. He kept me plenty warm, especially when we climbed into the sleeping bad together.


Story a Day: Day 15 – “Not so Dead”

I wanted to go to him. I’d slipped my message into the mailbox after he’d left to go to my funeral. It was cruel timing, even I knew that. But, I couldn’t show myself. Not yet. For the moment, it was better that everyone thought I was dead. Especially the man who thought he’d killed me.

But, Aidan was hurting so bad right now. I never wanted him to hurt. And it was partially my fault he was. Maybe I should have come forward sooner. But, after I’d fallen, I actually had thought I was going to die. And if I’d come back then, that asshole would have finished me off. And maybe Aidan as well. I just hoped he’d understand I’d  been protecting him.

But, right now, he was sitting on our porch swing crying. I’d never heard such a broken sound before. It was killing me not to go to him right now. But, I knew I couldn’t. I had to wait and just hope he’d follow the instructions on the postcard. If he did, Tuesday at 8 I could finally be with him again. I retreated back into the trees and made my way back to the cave where I’d dragged myself when I’d woken up on the ledge I’d landed on after getting pushed off the cliff.


I hung in the shadows of some trees that Tuesday night. I didn’t even know if Aidan would come up here tonight. Maybe he had thought the card really was a cruel joke. I should have said more. But, I was afraid to risk putting too much into writing.

Then, I heard the rustle of footsteps through fallen leaves. I stayed right where I was. It might not be Aidan. It was hard to see clearly as the sky darkened. And I hadn’t wanted to risk a light. I saw the beam of his flashlight at he finally came to our spot. A few more moments passed before I finally heard his voice.

“Ian.” I hated the way his voice cracked on my name. Then, he continued, “I’ll have you know, if you are here, I’m going to kill you for what you’ve put me through.”

I couldn’t stop the chuckle that rose. Aidan’s head whipped toward me, so I stepped out of the trees and pushed back the hood of my sweatshirt. “I’m really getting tired of people threatening me with that.”

The flashlight dropped from his hand, and I dashed forward to catch him as his knees looked like they’d give out. For a moment, everything felt right again with my arms around him. Then, he said, “You’re dead.” His gaze stayed on my face, but I could see the fear and confusion in his face, and it ripped through me. “We buried you today.”

“I’m sorry,” I told him. And I was. I hated that he’d been grieving me for so long, but there wasn’t anything I could do to change that. “I had to. Or he would have come after me again. But, I couldn’t hide from you anymore. It was killing me. But, if he finds out I’m still alive, that’s just what he will do.”

“Who?” he demanded, pulling back but still staring at me.

This was going to be the hard part. I wasn’t sure he’d believe it. Not when he’d thought that asshole was a friend. Or at least not an enemy. I didn’t know how he’d react to the truth. And all I wanted to do was kiss him. But, I had to do this first.

“Come on,” I said, stepping back from the clearing. It would be better for us to head for the cave I’d been staying in before we started this. “And I’ll tell you a story.”


Today’s Story a Day prompt was to take a story you’ve written before and write it again from a different point of view. So, I took my story from Day 1, “The Dead Friend“, and rewrote it from Ian’s POV instead of Aidan’s.

Story a Day: Day 5 – “Friendly Warning”

I took my insulated cup of coffee and headed down the hallway to my office. That was probably being generous. It was meant to be a nursery, right off the master bedroom. But, that wasn’t ever going to happen. Or at least not for a long time.

When I’d dropped him at the airport the day before, Ian had told me not to work too hard while he was gone. I’d wanted to go with him, but I had this project to finish for a client. And after a month of thinking he was dead, his parents deserved to spend some time with him. Just him. Even with those arguments, he’d still tried to convince me to go along.

Maybe next time, I’d go with him. But, for now, I had work to do.

I flipped on the light and headed toward my desk. But, I froze when I saw the black letters scrawled across my whiteboard on the other side of the desk. What the hell?

I looked harder at it even as I thought maybe I should have mainlined the coffee. I hadn’t slept well the night before. Ever since almost losing Ian, I had trouble sleeping when he wasn’t there. But, no, I didn’t think I was imagining this.

Whatever happens, don’t die. See you Monday.

What the hell? I shook my head, read the words again and let out an exasperated laugh. Did he actually think that was funny? He was the one who had almost died. Now, he was joking about it.

No, I realized after a moment. That wasn’t his writing. And I’d been in here just before we’d left for the airport. The board had been blank then. Hadn’t it?

I was almost sure of it. And now a shiver skittered down my spine. Who could have gotten in here to leave this for me? The deputy was still locked up, and I hadn’t thought the note was threatening until I thought of him.

I snapped a quick picture of the message and attached it to a message to Ian. Did you do this?

It only took a few minutes for his response to come back. No. Get out of there.

Shit. That’s what I was afraid of. But, I didn’t know who– I turned at the cackling sound from the doorway and saw my little brother, Connor, standing there, laughing his head off. “What are you doing?” I demanded.

“Your face,” he said, still laughing. “It’s priceless.”

“Did you do this?”

“It was a joke,” he said, “I thought you’d laugh. You laugh when Ian does stuff like that.”

Because Ian didn’t have a cruel bone in his body. “It’s way too soon, Connor. It hasn’t even been two weeks since I found out Ian wasn’t actually dead.” I grabbed the eraser for the board and swiped it over the words. “Get out. Go home.”

“I’m sorry, Aid,” he said as he turned from the doorway. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

That didn’t make it hurt any less. I waited until I heard the front door slam then dialed Ian’s number. “Are you safe?” he asked as soon as he answered.

“It was Connor, the little shit,” I told him. “I didn’t realize he stayed here last night.”

Ian let out a quick laugh. “Sometimes I wanted at least one sibling. Then, I met your crazy brothers and sisters. Maybe being an only child really was better.”

I laughed and sank into my desk chair, letting it spin toward the window. “I miss you. It hasn’t even been a day.”

“I know,” he said softly, as if he was thinking the exact same thing. “But you should have seen Mom and Dad. The relief on their face when they saw me. Like they hadn’t believed I was actually still alive until they saw it with their own eyes.”

I knew that feeling. I wouldn’t have believed it either, if I hadn’t seen him myself.

“My plane gets in Monday morning,” he said. “Will you be there to pick me up?”

“I wouldn’t be anywhere else,” I told him. “I can’t wait until you’re back.”

“The feeling’s mutual,” he said. “Don’t let those wood nymphs in the basement get you before that.”

I laughed at the joke he’d made up when this had all started for us. Was it any surprise I’d fallen so hard for him?


Ian and Aidan just don’t want to leave me alone. And I’m perfectly okay with that. 🙂 I still have to finish the original short story that started this(“Hang On”), which is where the joke about wood nymphs started. That’s one of my side projects(I’m up to 11 now) that I add at least 100 words a week to. Eventually it’ll get done.

Story a Day: Day 3 – “The Plan”

I’m skipping today’s prompt again. Ian and Aidan are still being demanding. And there was some curiosity about what happened after Monday’s story, so I figured I could offer you some of that.


I wiped my hands on pants before walking into the store. Ian was going to put his plan into play today. And he was counting on me being there. I couldn’t let him down. I’d seen the deputy’s car parked out front, so this was likely where it would go down.

And if not, I’d keep my eye on him throughout the day, ready to step in as soon as Ian needed me.

The deputy was leaning against the front counter, flirting with the cashier. Fury flashed through me. Not only was she barely out of high school, and way too young and innocent for him, but he’d just tried to kill my best friend a month ago. And here he was acting like nothing had happened.

He’d been really good at that over the last month. Even leading the initial search for Ian. Everyone had been fooled. Even me. So maybe a little of that fury was aimed back at myself.

The door opened again, keeping me from doing something that would ruin Ian plan. And very possibly land me in a jail cell. That would help with this situation. So, I started to move down the aisle, keeping the deputy in my line of sight.

It was easy for me to recognize Ian as the man who had just entered the store, even in that heavy jacket, the collar up as if to block out the wind, and his hat pulled down to shade his face. it was all in the way he moved. But, I doubted the deputy had spent as much time watching him as I had.

He nodded to the cashier then moved down the aisle next to mine. He hadn’t said a word, but the deputy’s gaze followed him, the space between his brows furrowing. So maybe he had noticed something. Good. That was all part of the plan.

I watched until the deputy pushed away from the counter and headed for the door. Once he was gone, I slipped to the endcap and met Ian there. Out of sight of the cashier, I pressed a quick kiss too his lips. “I think it’s working,” I said. “He looked confused, but I think he assumed he was imagining things.”

“Good,” Ian said. “A little longer, and he’ll think he’s losing it. You have to keep playing the grieving boyfriend, though, or he’ll catch on before we’re ready.”

And that was the hardest part of the plan. I’d never been a good actor or liar. But, I was going to do my best. And hopefully we’d drive him to a confession.


A week passed, and Ian got braver about walking around town. I kept my distance while still keeping an eye on the deputy. And I could see the shift in his demeanor. Jumpier, constantly looking at reflections in windows and over his shoulder. His eyes darting back and forth whenever he came out of  building. And he didn’t look like he’d slept at all since that first sighting.

He looked haunted. And I couldn’t be more pleased.

My part wasn’t as hard to play as I thought it’d be. Ian stayed away from me, worried we’d be caught otherwise. So, sometimes it still felt like I’d lost him. No one seemed to suspect I knew he was still alive.

Now came the hardest, and most dangerous, part. Actually confronting the deputy. And we had to do it with an audience, or none of this would have been worth anything.

We waited until the diner was at the busiest of the day. We wouldn’t even have to draw him here. Word got around quick enough in this town. He’d hear someone who looked an awful lot like a dead man was eating right in the middle of town.

I had already taken a seat when Ian walked in, without any attempt to hide his hair or his face. I could hear the shocked whispers, and I just barely held in a smile. He came straight to my table, smiling as if he didn’t notice people staring like he’d just risen from the dead.

he leaned down and kissed me then snatched the menu out of my hands. Just as he had every time we’d had lunch together here in the last year. Before that, only the kiss had been missing.

The waitress came over, but she could only stare a him. “Anna,” he greeted her. “I’ll have my usual. I’m sure Aidan will, too.”

Her mouth opened and closed several times then she scribbled down our usual orders and hurried back toward the kitchen. A few people had already left the diner, so I was sure word would be spreading both ways along Main Street. The sheriff’s office wasn’t far, so I didn’t think this would take long.

Sure enough, Anna had just delivered our drinks and side salads when the door to the diner swung open and the deputy walked in. His eyes were red-rimmed, with heavy bags hanging under them. It was the most color on his face. Then, his eyes met Ian’s, who gave him a smirk and a little wave.

I wasn’t quite sure if it was anger or fear that made the deputy’s eyes widen and his nostrils flare. But, he strode right over to our table. “What the hell is the meaning of this?” he asked me, not letting his gaze go back to Ian. “Who is this, Aidan? You never said your boyfriend had an identical twin.”

“He doesn’t,” I said. “You know perfectly well that Ian is an only child. His parents were devastated to hear they’d lost him.”

“Was,” the deputy said. “he was an only child. Because he’s dead now.”

“That’s funny,” Ian drawled. “Because I feel very much alive.”

“You aren’t,” the deputy shouted, finally turning to him. “You’re dead! I killed you. There’s no way you could have survived that fall.”

The rest of the room fell silent at his words. But, the deputy didn’t seem to notice. He kept ranting even as a chair scraped across the floor. Then, the sheriff was right behind him, pulling his arms behind his back even as he took out a pair of handcuffs. His face looked haggard as he hauled one of his own men off to jail.

As soon as they were gone, the atmosphere seemed to suddenly lighten again. Then, people were crowding around their table, everyone talking at once. Some laughing and slapping Ian on the back. He just looked across the table at me. “I’m going to have to explain why I basically faked my death and took so long to come forward.”

I reached over and cupped his cheek. “it’s okay. Whatever happens, we’re together now. No one will pull us apart again.”




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