Welcome back to another installment of Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. Today I have more from Come Back Down, following almost right after last week’s. This will likely be the last snippet I share from this one as I started the next story this morning(500 words already!).
“You tell her?”
“Not Barbie, but, I found Bull.” His face fell a little at that, likely thinking we’d been thwarted. “We’ve got an hour before he’ll send them looking for us. That enough time for you?”
His face lit up at that. “Yes, that sounds perfect. Come on.” He tugged on my hand. “Let’s not waste any of it.”
There’s a good reason they don’t want them gone for too long, but I’m keeping quiet on that for now. I can’t really share much more without giving a lot away. Excited to start sharing Devil’s story next week, though.
Back for another edition of Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. Today, I’m going back a little bit in Come Back Down. I still haven’t started Devil’s story yet, though I did take a few notes for it last weekend. May start it next weekend.
I stepped into the house, but it wasn’t Barbie I found. “Hey, Bull,” I said. He wasn’t the one I’d wanted to tell, he might keep us from going, but he just smiled at me.
“Hi, Birdie, how things going?”
“Good,” I lied. “Look, you know Trace just talked to Raven?” At his nod, I dove in. “He’s pretty churned up by it. I know you guys want us to stick around, but he really needs to get out. Some wind therapy, you know?”
I could so do with some wind therapy right now. The weather has finally turned nice(and hopefully will stay that way this time), but husband hasn’t had a chance to get the bike out and ready yet. Hopefully soon.
Welcome back to Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m still sharing from Come Back Down for at least a little longer(or until I start the next story in this series). For now, here’s a little more, just a little past what I shared last week, but Birdie’s still watching the argument between Hawk and Devil.
Hawk and Devil were still arguing, but their voices had dropped lower now, so I could no longer hear any of it.
The door opened again, but I didn’t look over. Then, Trace dropped down beside me. “What’s up with them?” He nodded at Hawk and Devil as he draped an arm over my shoulder. “They were going at it in the meeting too.”
“Don’t know,” I said, looking back toward them. “It’s more than just this decision.” There was something about the set of Hawk’s shoulders, the way he angled his body toward Devil.
So, what is up with these two? I’m looking forward to starting the next story, but I need to finish filling in some things in Come Back Down and deciding what I’m going to do with it(I’ve thought about putting both Into the Sun and Come Back Down up chapter by chapter on Wattpad. Or I might get them both ready to go up on Amazon).
Welcome back to another edition of Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who loves to write. I’m still sharing from Come Back Down, which I just finished drafting this morning. Trace & Birdie’s stories are now pretty much complete(though they’ll still play a rather big role in upcoming stories). Next up, after I write at least one short story for submission, will be Hawk’s story, or maybe Devil’s. They’ll be connected as well, so it will just be figuring out whose comes first. In honor of that, a little peek at them:
“You’re a bunch of fools if you think this will be over when the cops sweep through. The cops never do a damn thing.”
Something shifted in Hawk’s body as he approached Devil. “I know you’re still upset about your brother. I thought getting justice would help. The cops can’t do everything.”
“They didn’t do anything!” he shouted. “They’re not going to do anything this time either.”
“They will. Us getting in the middle won’t resolve anything.”
I may continue from this part next week.
Welcome back to another meeting of the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m coming back with another snippet from Come Back Down. I almost have this one finished, at least the first draft. Today I have 10 sentences from the end of their conversation from last week’s snippet.
“None of that is your fault. Isn’t that what you keep telling me?”
It was, and it made me smile a little. “I guess it’s easier to tell someone else than to believe it yourself.”
He leaned forward and brushed his lips over mind. “Please don’t hide from me,” he murmured against my lips. “If we’re both hiding, who will be left to seek us?”
The play on words had me laughing that time, and I rested my forehead against his. “I’ll always seek you out, Trace. I promise.”
I’ll be moving on to further in the story next week. And for all of you who celebrate, have a Happy Easter this weekend.
Welcome back to another meeting of the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who loves to write. I’m still sharing from Come Back Down, which I think I’m coming close to the end of the first draft. Hopefully by the end of the month. For now, here’s another 10 sentences, picking up almost right after last week’s snippet(I just left out a few of Birdie’s thoughts).
“I’m not a victim,” I snapped out. “It’s not-”
Trace finally took a step further into the room. “No one ever said you were, Birdie, and even if that was the case, it wouldn’t change anything.”
“Everyone looked at me like I was. Just like back when it happened.”
“No one looked at you like it.” He took another step into the room and blew some of his hair away from his face. “I am a victim. Does it make me less in your eyes?”
If you’ve read Into the Sun, you’ll know what Trace is talking about. If you haven’t, well, why not? 😉 You could still pick up a copy of World Unknown Review, which its in. Or…well, you’ll jut have to wait and see, but I have plans. Next week, I’ll have Birdie’s reaction to this.
Welcome back to another installment of Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m still sharing from Come Back Down, but moving on to later in the story now. Trace has just found out what happened with Birdie and Brad. And she’s been avoiding him now. There’s some other stuff that’s happened between as well.
“What do you want, Trace? To tell me how sorry you are, that something like that shouldn’t have happened, that I deserve better?” I choked on the words and turned away from him.
He didn’t answer those questions, though, and he didn’t come to me. “What about what you just told me this morning?”
I turned back to look at him, not quite understanding what he was getting at, and it wasn’t pity in his eyes when I finally looked at them. Sympathy, maybe, and understanding.
“What about ‘None of us are completely whole’? What about, ‘why wouldn’t I accept your broken pieces?’ Why are you so afraid of me seeing yours suddenly?”
Also, some news: I just released Stained Snow, the first in a series of westerns yesterday. You can check it out if you’d like.
Welcome to another installment of Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m still sharing from Come Back Down. Today I have the following 10 sentences from last week’s snippet.
Trace cast me a quick look as we started to follow Icarus, but I just gave a quick shake of my head. Icarus wouldn’t discuss any of this until we had some privacy. But, he leaned over toward me. “What did he mean about Hawk?” he whispered.
“Nothing,” I spit out the word. “He’s a hateful asshole. I wish it hadn’t taken me so long to figure that out.”
He tensed beside me, and I wished I’d left that last part out. He was going to want to know, and I really didn’t want to talk about it. And Hawk’s story was his own to tell, just like everyone else’s.
Welcome back to another meeting of Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. This week, I’m coming to you from my “new” Microsoft Surface. More on that later. First, I have another 10 sentences from Come Back Down, picking up where last week’s left off.
“Hawk is certainly a better man than you could ever be. And what is between Trace and Birdie is none of your concern. It certainly isn’t disgusting or deviant, though. They’re both mine, though in different ways, and that is none of your concern, either. This is your last warning. You start something with me or mine, and you won’t like the way I finish it. Keep that in mind.”
Icarus didn’t wait to see if Brad had a response to that. He just turned and walked back to us. “Come on, we’ve got people who need the help we’re giving today.”
Is Brad going to cause more trouble? Just what is going to happen next? You’ll have to wait and see.
Really not new. My husband’s had it for a couple years. He’s going to be getting a new one from work once he goes back next month(and we’re both hoping we don’t get dumped on with more snow that keeps him from going back to work then). So, he gave me this one. The only problem I really have is that I can’t install Scrivener on it. I think if it was the Surface Pro, I’d be able to. I found another program, Quillerous, that is at least similar to it, though. I haven’t really tried it out, since you can’t seem to import documents in and I’m in the middle of several projects. I’ve just been using Word instead. I prefer Scrivener for being able to organize scenes and chapters, but I may just have to do it this way for now.
Also the spacing of the keys on the attached keyboard is different than what I’m used to, so I keep making mistakes. I think I caught all of them here.
Welcome back to another edition of Weekend Writing Warriors. This is the third blog post I’ve written today. Usually the most I do in a day is two, but it was a special occasion. Anyway, I’m continuing on with Come Back Down once I check where I left off last week. Skipping over a paragraph, here’s the next 8 sentences:
”You listen to me, boy,” Icarus said, not even giving him the respect of a name. “You start something, with me or my kids, and you’ll be the first one I come after.”
I saw the moment that phrase, ‘my kids’, hit Brad…Razor…whatever he was calling himself now. “He’s yours, too? That’s really disgusting, Grady. I always figured you all were into some deviant stuff. I mean everyone knows Hawk-”
“Shut your mouth about things you know nothing about,” Icarus said, taking a step toward him.
What is Icarus going to do next? How will Brad react to his warning? Just what “deviant stuff” does he think they’re up to? Come back next week for a little more.
And if you want to check out those other posts I’ve written today, I hosted a cover reveal and did some stream of consciousness back story for something I’m plotting(and it’s not world domination since it’s not a wednesday). 😉