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Stream of Consciousness Saturday – “Empty/Hollow”

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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SOCS/Story a Day: Day 12 – “The Ugly Duckling”

Today’s Story a Day prompt was to use the ugly duckling story structure.

Use the Ugly Duckling Story To Write A Balanced Story With The Life-Changing Moment In The Middle

And it’s also Stream of Consciousness Saturday. That prompt was to use a word with a farm animal sound in it and bonus points if you use three or more.

So, I’ve got some more with my characters from “Flower Shop” and “Maeve“.

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Maeve stepped out of her house, two full garbage bags in her hands. So much for Anthony cleaning up before he got out. At least he had gotten out. She would take cleaning up her house on her own if it meant not having to deal with that scum sucking cheating bastard.
She dropped the bags on the curb, ready to be picked up when the garbage truck came by. This was finally the last of them. Between her own work, making sure she ate, and actually getting some sleep, it had taken her most of a week to get the last of the trash out of the house.
She looked over at the twitch of a curtain in the neighbor’s house. She lifted a hand and called, “Good morning, Mrs. Tronson.”
She could practically hear the woman’s huff from here. The woman hated her, and she’d never done anything that she could remember to deserve that. She didn’t even dance naked in the moonlight, though the old woman often looked at her like she thought that’s just what she did.
Not that it should be any of the woman’s business if she did.
Maeve went back up to the porch to make sure her door was locked then headed down the sidewalk toward the diner. She could really use some coffee she hadn’t made. And maybe one of those sweet treats Anna liked to display.
When she stepped into the diner, she felt too many gazes on her. She hadn’t ventured out much in the last week, so she had no idea what rumors were going around. She could imagine Anthony had started some of his own. They didn’t bother her. She’d dealt with being the brunt of them most of her life.
She kept telling herself that, nearly every day of her life.
But, at least Anna smiled at her. And it wasn’t the fake one she gave customers she really didn’t like very much. Anna smiled a lot these days. She had been for the last year. Maeve supposed that happened when you got to marry the man of your dreams and got a six-year old daughter out of the deal.
Maeve wasn’t sure she’d ever get that. Not that it was a man she thought of most days when she thought of her future. She knew Anthony wasn’t exactly a keeper, not a permanent fixture in her life. He wasn’t the first man she’d had a relationship with, it wasn’t like she hadn’t been attracted to him and others, but they certainly weren’t the first to draw her gaze.
“What can I get you this morning, Maeve?” Anna asked as Maeve approached the counter.
“Medium triple chocolate coffee and one of those,” she said, tapping the display over a pastry that was drizzled with strawberry sauce and some white icing.
“Good choice,” Anna said. “Erik tried that one out over the weekend for the first time. It’s good.”
Maeve stepped to the side, so the next customer could step up while Anna got her order ready. But, as she took her pastry and coffee to a small table in the corner, she could hear whispers. Yeah, Anthony had probably started some rumors.
She didn’t care. But, the pastry weighed heavy as she finished off the first half of it.
The whispers grew louder, and she choked a bit as the coffee burned her throat when she heard the loudest. “Can’t believe she threw that nice boy over for some girl. What is this town coming to?”
So, that was what Anthony was telling people. And not a bit of it held any truth. Big surprise there. She was starting to doubt the man knew how to tell the truth.
She pushed back from the table, taking her coffee and pastry with her. She might not be able to make them stop talking about her, but that didn’t mean she had to sit here and listen to it.
“You know, Mr. Trent,” she head a nice melodic voice say, “I think this town is coming to something good. And I would have thrown a cheating asshole over for a nice girl, too.”
Maeve turned her head and saw Carolyne standing at one table over from her. Their eyes met for a moment, and Carolyn winked at her. Maeve smiled back then headed for the door. And she nearly ran into someone coming in. Great. She was going to make someone else in this town hate her.
But, Lora just smiled at her. “How are you doing?” Lora asked her.
Great, she’d heard the rumors, too. But, Lora didn’t seem to be judging her. That was a nice change. “Fine. Just finished taking out the trash today.”
Lora grinned at her. “Good for you. He was never good enough.”
Maeve laughed at that, and that heavy feeling in her stomach dissolved. Not everyone was buying Anthony’s bullshit at least. She headed back to her house and as she neared it, she saw one of her neighbors step out and smooth his shirt down. “Got a hot date, Mr. Bosman?”
The man grinned at her. “Just lunch with the wife. Maybe one day you’ll know what that’s like.”
She grinned back at him. “I certainly hope so.”
And it was Carolyne Grier she thought of as she let herself back in to her house.

SOCS/Story a Day: Day 5 – “Walk on the Beach”

Today’s Story a Day prompt was:

Have some fun today: Steal something from a favorite published universe

Remember, you can’t sell a derivative work without permission, or a license, but that’s not the point today. Today is all about having fun in a world you know well, or with characters you already love.

I just finished reading another of the books in Suzanne Brockmann’s Troubleshooters books, so I stole a couple characters from that. And I’m combining it with the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt of using “letter” in some way in the post. I had fun with this one, but it of course won’t end up in an official story.

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Isaac slipped his hand into Jonas’ as they headed down to the beach. They’d both needed this trip away. Isaac to try to forget what his father had done, had tried to do. And Jonas to put aside whatever that letter from Santiago’s mother had said. He knew it had been bothering him, but he wouldn’t talk about it.
Jonas’ new leg buckled a bit as they headed into the softer sand, and Isaac stopped. “We can go back. If it would be easier to stay up there.”
Jonas shook his head and tugged on Isaac’s arm. “Come on. I promised you a walk on the beach. So, that’s what we’re going to do.”
They fell into silence again as they walked. He hated seeing Jonas struggle, but he also knew Jonas would hate him bringing it up. They were still trying to figure out where this was leading them, but hopefully this week would help.
Right now he was enjoying just getting to spend time with this man.
He saw two people heading toward them and his shoulders stiffened for a minute. No one had even looked at them strangely while they were here, though. At home it wasn’t so bad, either, but you never knew. After all, Isaac was well aware his father wasn’t the only hateful ass left in this world.
His grip tightened as the couple drew closer, though. “Jonas. Jo, do you know who that is?”
Jonas glanced over at him then toward the two people coming toward them. One man was smaller and lithe, the other a bit taller and broader. That was the one Isaac couldn’t look away from.
“I don’t have a clue, Isaac,” Jonas finally said. “But, it looks like they’re just out for a walk like us. They probably don’t want to get stared at.”
“That’s Robin Chadwick Cassidy,” Isaac said, trying, and not succeeding, at keeping his voice down. “He gets stared at all the time.”
The smaller man was looking right at them now, and he moved slightly in front of Robin, as if he had to protect him from them. “I have no idea who that is,” Jonas said.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Isaac said, looking away from the men finally. “Don’t you watch any movies? He was in American Hero. I know I told you about it. Right after I moved in with Roman and Cristine, we found it on tv at night when I couldn’t sleep.”
The men had moved closer, and the smaller one was still in front of Robin. But, Robin laughed. “You look way too young to have seen that.”
Isaac felt his cheeks heat. “I think it had been out at least ten years at that point. But me and my foster mom watched all your movies after that.” His gaze went to the smaller man. “You’re his husband.”
Robin’s husband was staring at Jonas, though, and Robin rolled his eyes. “Jules is usually more personable. He’s still trying to decide if you’re a threat for me.”
The small man’s lips twitched up a bit at that. “Actually I’m trying to figure out if I know him. What branch?”
“Seriously?” Jonas asked. “I’ve been out for nearly a year. I would have sworn the Army had washed off of me by now.” Jules laughed, and Jonas shook his head. “I don’t think we’ve ever met, sir, but doesn’t everyone know Jules Cassidy, FBI agent extraordinaire. Married to his movie star husband for nearly two decades.”
“That’s pushing it a bit far,” Jules said, but he was grinning. “How long have you had the new pin?”
To Isaac’s surprise, the question didn’t make Jonas bristle as it usually did. There seemed to be genuine concern in it and not the somewhat morbid curiosity of most people. The four of them fell into step together as they continued down the beach.
This trip suddenly seemed like a very good idea.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: “Y/Why”

“You can’t be here,” Jonas said, wrapping his fingers around his phone and bringing it closer to him. Who should he call, though? He didn’t want to bring his mom or sister here if this man meant danger for any of them.

“Yet I’m here,” Isaac’s father said with a sneer for Jonas. “Are you going to come over here and stop me.”

Yes, that was exactly what he wanted to do. But, he knew he couldn’t. From the gleam in the man’s eyes, he knew that, too. He didn’t want to take his gaze off him, afraid he’d strike again. But, he needed to do something. He dropped his gaze quickly and brought up recent calls. His brother’s wasn’t the first one on the list, but it was easy to find. He tapped on it to make the call then flicked his gaze up again.

“Your boyfriend obviously wants to get both of you killed.” Isaac’s father was already coming around the couch. Jonas could hear his brother’s voice through the phone, though. He knew he didn’t need to say anything. Toby would hear what was going on. He would come. Isaac’s father jerked the phone from Jonas’ hand and threw it across the room. Jonas didn’t see where it landed, but it didn’t matter.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” Jonas didn’t have a chance to answer before pain rushed through his face. . Another blow sent pain screaming up his leg. The room spun around him, and all he could grasp was Isaac calling his name.

“Why do you do this, Dad?” Isaac asked, as Jonas tried to cling to consciousness. “Why?”

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Uh oh. I’ve known this moment would happen from the time I started the story(it’s one of the only parts I did know). Getting there I wasn’t so sure about. But, we’re there now. And I managed to work it into today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt of theming the post with a word starting with “y” and either starting or ending with “why”. I kind of cheated on the first part, but I started each paragraph with a y-word.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: “Spoke”

When Isaac didn’t answer him, Jonas started to worry. Who could be at the door that Isaac wouldn’t just call back to tell him? Half-formed theories raced through his head, but he put them all down and struggled to sit up. His crutches were back in his room and his leg wasn’t within reach. But, he still needed to figure out what was going on.

But, even as he’d slid to the edge of the couch, Isaac stumbled back into the living room. “What is going on?” Jonas demanded, but Isaac didn’t look at him.

Isaac’s voice shook when he spoke. “I already told you that you can’t be here. You need to leave before the police get here.”

“You wouldn’t call the cops on your own father, Isaac. I know you better than that.”

Jonas tried to shoot up to his feet at that voice, one he hadn’t heard since he’d sat with Isaac in that courtroom seven years ago. He’d forgotten he couldn’t do that anymore, though. He grabbed for the arm of the couch before he could tumble to the floor.

Isaac glanced over his shoulder at Jonas. Their eyes met for a moment, and it was all Isaac’s father needed to strike.

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Uh oh. Not looking so good for these two, is it? This week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt was to use “spoke” somewhere, in some form, in your post. Bonus points if you don’t use it in the first sentence. This follows right after last week’s.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: “Mon”

Isaac opened the door to a monster. His mouth went instantly dry, and he went to swing the door shut again. But, his father stuck his foot between it and the frame and wrapped a hand around the edge of the door.

“You can’t be here,” Isaac said, taking another step back. He had to get him to leave. He didn’t know exactly why he was here, but Isaac knew it couldn’t be anything good.

The laugh his father let out sounded almost demonic. “Did you really think a piece of paper would keep me from getting what I’m owed?”

“I don’t owe you a damn thing,” Isaac said. “All you’ve ever given me was pain. And you can’t be here.”

But, his father pushed the door in, sending Isaac a step back. “Who is it, Isaac?” Jonas called from the living room. He needed to get his father out of here before Jonas came to investigate. The two of them coming face to face would only make things worse. Jonas would think he had to protect Isaac, and Isaac didn’t even want to think about what his father would do to Jonas when he stepped between the two of them.

No. He couldn’t let any of that happen. He just had to get his father out of here.

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This week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt was to use “mon” either as part of a word or on its own. I’m getting right up to this point in the writing of Jonas & Isaac’s story. If you couldn’t tell, Isaac’s father is not a nice person. And this is definitely leading up to some trouble.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Passive/Aggressive

Passive?” Isaac asked, running his thumb down the side of Jonas’ face. “That’s not something I’d ever call you.”

“Even if all I did was lay here?”

“Oh, the horror,” Isaac said, pressing his lips to the corner of Jonas’ mouth. “Laying here and letting me take advantage of your body. That is just awful, isn’t it?”

That at least brought a laugh out of Jonas. “You’re terrible. You know that, right?”

“Perfectly terrible,” Isaac said, smiling against Jonas’ throat as he buried his mouth there. “It’s why you love me.”

Jonas wrapped his arms around Isaac and pulled him even closer, if that was possible. “That’s not the only reason.”

He didn’t deny it. They were making progress, at least. Isaac started trailing kisses farther down Jonas’ chest but an aggressive banging at the door stopped him. Jonas groaned. “No one is supposed to be here today.”

Isaac pressed a kiss to Jonas’ chin before rolling off him and pulling his pants on. “I’ll go see who it is.”

“No. It’s my mom’s house. I’m the one living here. I should answer the door.”

“Just relax and stay right there. I’ll see who it is and send them on their way. Then, I’ll be right back to you, and we can pick up where we left off.”

Jonas laughed again, his eyes shining bright. It was better than the shadows Isaac kept chasing away, but he wouldn’t stop trying to do that, no matter what it took.

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Today’s prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday was to use passive and/or aggressive somehow. I managed to work both in. This is close to where I am in the writing of their story. I’m actually currently writing what happens just before this part. I’m sure you can figure that out. But, who’s at the door?

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