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Story a Day: Day 14 – Arcelia

Today’s Story a Day prompt was to write 1 of 4 different types of stories: Milieu, Intrigue/Idea, Character, or Event. Most of my stories are dominantly character stories, and that’s what I wrote here. If you follow my WiPPet Wednesday posts, you’ve met Jonas, and through him, his twin sister, Arcelia. She’s at least being less demanding than Jonas(& Isaac) have been, but I’ve had some sparks of ideas.


“What is wrong with you? That boy is hot, and you haven’t given him a second glance.”
Arcelia nearly cringed away at the question. She was sure Maribel didn’t mean anything bad by it, but she’d been asked that so many times since she was a teenager. “I suppose he’s physically appealing,” she admitted.
Maribel just looked over at her. “Physically appealing? That’s all you’ve got?”
“Hey, if you like him, you go talk to him.”
Mari blew out a breath. “I’ve tried. Your dad’s my boss. That’s all I ever get from him. Anyway, he’s always looking at you.”
“Because I present a challenge.” She was used to guys thinking of her that way. Like if they were charming enough, she’d realize she was actually attracted to one of them. Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen. “He’s a nice guy, but there’s just nothing there. There never is.”
It was the first time she’d admitted that to anyone but her twin brother. And to her surprise, it felt good. Especially when Maribel nudged her with her elbow, and Arcelia looked over to see her friend smiling at her.
“That’s okay, you know. Not everyone has to be completed by some love of their life. It’s okay if that’s not what you want. Being asexual or aromantic doesn’t mean there’s something wrong with you.”
“Or both?” Arcelia asked, even though she knew the answer. Jonas had said it enough times when they’d discussed this. But, it was hard to accept when the rest of society insisted she must be missing out on something.
“Or both,” Maribel confirmed. Then, she tugged on Arcelia’s arm. “Come on. Let’s get some air. I can only handle watching him so long before I feel like I’m going to combust.”

Fiction Friday: “Serious Conversation”

“I’m trying to have a serious conversation with you!” Maddix said, gripping his head with one hand.

“And I’m trying to subtly avoid you,” Arcelia said, picking her camera up again.

He stared at her then burst out laughing. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

She grinned behind the camera then it was flashing right in his face. “Yep,” she answered. “Trust me, I have two brothers to tell me that all the time. You’re not needed.”

The comment was flippant, as most of hers toward him were. But, it dug deep. Yeah, he was really starting to feel that way.


Awww, poor Maddix. He’ll figure out his feelings toward Arcelia…eventually. And, no, they won’t end up together. She doesn’t have those feelings.


Fiction Friday: “So Fired”

“All I’m saying, is that if you blow up the house, you’re going to be so fired.”

Maddix glanced over at the girl standing in the doorway. Maribel. And not really a girl. She was just as much an adult as he was. Still, he’d avoided her as much as he could since the first day he’d come to her father’s office for work. It wasn’t easy when the office was at their house.

“I’m not going to blow the house up,” he said, trying to hold onto his scowl. That was damn near impossible when he saw the way her eyes were twinkling. She was laughing at him.

That shouldn’t make him want her more. He turned back to the counter, studying the machine in front of him.

“It’s not that hard,” she said, coming up behind him. “And it’s not a bomb. If you hit the wrong button, it’s not going to explode.”

“Then, why did you think I’d blow up the house?”

That laugh left her eyes and flowed right through her. And into him. Her arm brushed his, and he thought he would explode, bomb or not.

“You were concentrating so hard,” she told him, “I thought your head might burst. Who knows what might go with it.”

Then, he couldn’t help but laugh, too. Until she brushed against him again. Why did she have to keep doing that? Didn’t she realize what it did to him? Judging by the glint in her eyes, she did. But, all she did was press one of the buttons on the machine. “If you’re making coffee for Dad, that’s the one you want.”

Then, she turned and walked back out of the kitchen. He barely mumbled a thanks before she was gone again. Maybe he should turn in his resignation, and save his sanity, before her father really did fire him.


Yeah, Maddix, that’s so not going to happen. I wouldn’t make it that easy on you. I will be getting around to writing Mad and Mari’s story eventually. I have a few more to go before that, though.


Fiction Friday: “Broke Him”

“I think I broke him.”

Her father laughed from the other side of the room. And still Maddix just gaped at her. What was wrong with him? All Maribel had done was walk into the room. At least she thought that was all she’d done.

She glanced over to her father and saw his eyes were twinkling. “Is he always like this? He can’t be too good at surveillance if he stares so obviously.”

Her dad chuckled, and Maddix finally snapped his mouth shut. “No,” her dad said. “I think you broke him, Mari. Are you going to fix him?”

Warmth filled her at his easy acceptance of what she wanted. He wouldn’t stand in her way. Maddix seemed to be the only one holding that position. She looked back at him. “If he’ll let me.”


I’m back with Fiction Friday again! I took most of November off, since I was putting most of my words to NaNoWriMo(which I finished a day early!) This piece comes sometime after “You’re Drunk” and “Psst”. And is basically my response to all those fictional fathers/big brothers that are all “stay away from my baby girl/sister” even when she’s all grown up and can make her own decisions.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: “Psst”


Maddix glanced over to the next rack of clothes from what he was pretending to look through. And there stood Maribel . Looking as bright and sweet and pretty as always. Damn it.

“What are you doing here, Mari?” he asked in a whispered hiss. “I’m on a stakeout.”

She covered a giggle with her hand. “And here I thought Dad had just sent you to try to figure out what Mom wants for Christmas.”

His lips were tempted to pull up into a smile. She always made him feel like doing that. But, it was a mistake. He knew it was. Going after the boss’s daughter would never be a smart decision. And Mark had done so much for him, he couldn’t betray him like that. “Like I said, I’m on a stakeout.”

Her eyes were still dancing above her hand. “If that’s what you want to call it, Mad. You know, you could have just come to me to get your answers. I actually talk to Mom. I know what she wants.”

Except talking to Maribel always led him to thoughts he knew he shouldn’t be having. Boss’s daughter. Keep your hands off your boss’s daughter. He could do that, couldn’t he? “I could have done that,” he finally said. “Why don’t we do it now. Want some coffee.”

She dropped her hand and he saw the grin that spread across her face. “That sounds wonderful, Maddix.”


Today’s Stream of Consciousness prompt was to use “psst or any other attention-getting word or sound”. Maddix and Maribel pushed their way into my head. if you’ve read some of my Jonas & Isaac pieces or snippets(on Wednesdays), you might recognize Maddix as Konner’s brother. Maribel has shown up on the edges of one or two earlier stories in the series. Her father(and older half-brother) is a private investigator and by Jonas & Isaac, Maddix has started working for him. I don’t know when I’ll get to their story, but they have been murmuring to me.

Fiction Friday: “You’re Drunk”

“I think you’re beautiful.”

“You’re drunk and not going to like you said that in the morning.”

“I’m not that drunk,” Maddix said, though he was careful to make sure his words didn’t come out slurred. “And it’s true every time of day.”

Arcelia rolled her eyes and leaned back against the counter. “You’re being ridiculous. Just like always.”

“Like never. Why do you always have to argue with me?”

Arcelia tossed her head back and laughed. She really was beautiful. Why did she always think he was lying about that? “Because it’s so much fun,” she said. She looked beyond him and a smile spread over her face. “Oh, here comes Maribel. I think she’s the one you really want to call beautiful.”

The pleasant buzzing in his blood turned to something else. He couldn’t turn around, though. He’d likely make a fool of himself if he did. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time.

As her soft voice drifted toward them, he was pretty sure it wouldn’t be the last.


A really short one this time. I’m still trying to figure out what’s going to happen between these characters, but I think it’s going to be fun.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Which/witch/wich

Which one is your sister?” Maddix asked from beside Jonas.

Jonas glanced over at him then back out toward the people crowding into the center. There were devils, superheroes, other things he couldn’t even make out. And there were the witches. His lips twitched. “I don’t think she bothered with a costume.”

Maddix narrowed his eyes then elbowed Jonas in the side. He was one of the few who’d never thought he had to treat Jonas carefully because of his leg. And Jonas appreciated that. “That’s not a nice thing to say about your own twin. She seems like a very nice person.”

“Who says witches can’t be nice?” Jonas asked, smiling a little. “It’s not nice to stereotype, Maddix. Don’t you know that?”

“Shut up,” he said, elbowing Jonas again. “You know me better than that.  And you’re the one that said it. Like I said, she seems nice.”

“I’m surprised you think that when she’s barely given you the time of day the last year. No matter how much you try to get her attention.”

Maddix shrugged a shoulder. “Not like she owes me anything. Doesn’t mean I can’t still try.”

“I thought Konner said you were into that Maribel anyway.”

Maddix scoffed. “Right. The boss’s daughter. I see that working out for me.”

Jonas felt Isaac slide up beside him, sandwiching him in. Not something he was going to complain about. “What are you guys talking about?” he asked.

“My love life,” Maddix grumbled. “Or lack of one. And I think that’s enough of that. I’ll see you around.”

Isaac laughed into the side of Jonas’ neck. “One way to get rid of him. I’ve been waiting to get you to myself tonight.”

Jonas knew there was still some time before they’d truly be able to do that. This party still had hours to go. But, he still slipped his hand into Isaac’s and held on to him for the moment.


This week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt was to Start your post with the word “which” and try to fit the word “witch” in somewhere if you can. Bonus points if you use a word that ends in “wich.” As an added rule this week, you will lose all the points you’ve ever earned if you type “which witch is which” anywhere in your post. Have fun! And that last rule made me really want to do just that. But, I resisted. 🙂 Instead you get a little more of Jonas & Isaac(which will come after the end of their story) and some set-up potential for Maddix’s story(if I ever get to it).

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