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WeWriWa: “Bullet in the Plaster”

Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, a blog hop for anyone who likes to write. I’m still sharing from Hawk’s story. This bit comes from a part I wrote for the Story a Day challenge in May using one of the prompts. I thought it would just be a silly little exercise, but it actually fit into the story and explained some things about Hawk and his dad. So, I kept it in there. Anyway, Hawk and Devil went to check on the old bookseller who took both of them in at one point, only to find the shop closed. So, they went to his house, and this picks up from there.

I saw a footprint in the dirt and jerked my gaze up toward the window. “Get down,” I shouted at Damon, lunging to the side just before the window shattered and something thudded into the wall behind me.

“What the hell?” Damon asked, staring at the bullet in the plaster of the wall.

I wondered the same thing. Except I was afraid I knew. But, I just couldn’t understand why. I didn’t think I’d ever run into my father again after he kicked me out. Or that he’d try to kill me. And actually put effort into it this time.

Was it really Hawk’s father shooting? Why would he do that? Will they get out of this mess? I have some of those answers already.

I also have Chapter 4 of Dance with the Devil up on Wattpad if you want to check that out.

WeWriWa: “Circling Me”

Welcome back for another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to write. This week I have the next 10 sentences from where I left Hawk and Devil.

“No,” I said again, but my voice slipped a little. It felt like he was circling me, like his namesake getting ready to dive for the kill. My breath came a little faster, waiting for him to strike. “I don’t want this.”

He pulled back sharply, but I could see his feathers were ruffled. Like he’d heard “I don’t want you.” That wasn’t true. It never would be. But, I couldn’t have him.

“You don’t want to want this,” he corrected.

I’ll have one more snippet from this scene, next week. Then, on to the next scene. I’m getting closer to writing the end of this, then revising it before I start putting it up on Wattpad.

WeWriWa: “Not Waste Any”

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.

WeWriWa: “Phoebe”

Welcome to the first installment Weekend Writing Warriors of 2016. Last month, I started sharing from Come Back Down, the sequel to Into the Sun. I’m hoping to make a whole series of these novellas. Today’s snippet takes place shortly after last week’s.

I heard the voice, but I didn’t respond to it. I wasn’t even sure he was talking to me at first. That used to be the only name I went by. But, now, and for the last five years, it was only when I went into town that I ever heard it. Everyone else called me Birdie.
But, Trace was turning to look at the guy behind us. He knew my real name, even though he never used it, either.

Who is this guy and what could he want? Why doesn’t anyone call her by her real name? I’ll share the next 8 sentences next week, and you just might find out.

I’m joining another blog challenge. Why not, right? I’m already doing RoW80(new round starts Monday), planning to do the A-Z challenge again in April. and after uncovering some old poetry notebooks, I’m thinking about participating in the OctPoWriMo this year as well. What can I say? I have a thing about challenges.

So, now I’m joining Just Jot It January. I may not post every day, but I’m hoping to at least most. I missed yesterday’s since I didn’t see it until this morning. I may include it with another post for that day(if that’s a problem, someone let me know please).

Today’s post always coincides with the Stream of Consciousness Saturday, which I’ve thought of joining before but never have. Today’s prompt is pause/paws, which works out well.

We’re getting a new dog. It’s something we’ve talked about for a while. We had to put my old dog, Shadow, down a few years ago. She was probably about thirteen years old. I don’t know for sure. I got her from a local humane society in 2000. They said she was about 2.5 years old then. She was mine from the minute my mom and stepdad brought her home. Followed me around everywhere. Which is how she got her name, not just because she was black.

She was a bit neurotic. Terrified of storms. She stuck even closer to me then. Always had to be right next to me. Even when we lived in an apartment and had two floors. Even though going up and down wasn’t easy on her aging joints. She really was my shadow. And she wouldn’t eat if I wasn’t there. We’re also pretty sure she was abused. Terrified of most men. And empty 2-liter pop bottles. You couldn’t even walk past her with one without her cowering away.

We still had her when we got our next dog, Lady. Another black dog, a lab this time(Shadow was a chow mix). They tolerated each other. Shadow was probably eleven at that time.

We’ve been a one dog family for the last several years. But, Lady is totally my husband’s dog. She mostly ignores me…unless I have food. But, she’s very protective of our son.

So, we’ve talked about getting another dog. Not sure how Lady is going to handle that. But, we took her to meet the new puppy, and she behaved a lot better than we’d expected. So, hopefully when he’s at our house, she’ll do all right, too. It may take some adjusting, though.

We aren’t exactly sure what the new puppy is. His mother is a staffordshire terrier. They got her from the same humane society I’d gotten Shadow from, and she was apparently pregnant when they got her. So, we don’t have a clue what the father is. The puppies have a bit of a lab look to them, though.

We’re getting the runt of the litter. He’s black(I’m noticing a trend here) with white down his chest and on his front paws. I was able to hold him in one hand the other day. We can’t pick him up for another two weeks, though.

So, now I need to come up with a name for him. Thought about something that goes along with Lady, like Duke, Earl or Baron(so it would be the lord and lady). I also have a thing for Irish names, so I looked through those. One stuck out: Kerwyn, which means small, dark one. Which fits on a couple levels. Who knows, I may think of something else in the next 2 weeks. And, of course, Shadow wasn’t named until we’d had her for about a week. So, maybe he’ll find a way of telling us his name.wp-1451671066497.jpg

shortly after we got her, running toward me.

shortly after we got her, running toward me.

with our lab mix, Lady

with our lab mix, Lady

WeWriWa: “All This Time”

Welcome to another installment of Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write. I’m still sharing from Into the Sun(which I have news about). This starts directly after last week’s snippet.

   ”Grady.” His name came out in barely more than a whisper.
“Cassie. I wondered if you’d recognize me after all this time.”
She looked from him to me then brought her gaze back to Birdie. I could see her mind working, trying to fit the pieces together. “She’s yours?” she asked, looking back toward Icarus.
“I raised her,” he said softly. “She’ll always be mine, even if she refuses to see that anymore.”

What’s Cassie going to do now that she knows who he is? Are her and Birdie going to get along? I’ll have a little more next week. And probably the week after.

And, as for that news: Into the Sun was chosen as the novella to be included with 9 other short stories in this year’s volume of the World Unknown Review(this is last year’s volume, which I also have a short story in). I had two other submissions in, but neither of them were accepted. I may end up fixing them up and doing something with them down the line. But, I’m excited this one made it in. It should be out around 12/15, so you’ll be able to read the full story then.

I finished the first chapter of the sequel this morning, so that’s going well.



WeWriWa: “Guest In This House”

Welcome to another trip with Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who loves to write. Still sharing from Into the Sun, and this one starts right after last week’s.

     ”Birdie.” Icarus’ voice came from the other end of the hall. Bull stood back, arms crossed but obviously ready to jump in if it became necessary, but now with Icarus there, he relaxed a bit more. Even as Icarus strode forward, I worried about all the tension swirling in the hallway.
“Cassandra is a guest in this house,” Icarus said, as he bore down on us, “and you will treat her as such.”
Birdie’s gaze dropped. “Sorry, D-Icarus,” she corrected.
Sorrow filled his eyes when she stopped herself from saying dad, but Mom had already turned to look at him. “Who…” All the color drained from her face, and she probably would have dropped to the ground if Bull hadn’t stepped forward and grabbed her around the waist.

Will Birdie and Cassie be able to get along? Has Cassie figured out who Icarus is? I’ll be back with a little more next week(and maybe one more snippet from this after that). I’m currently 1500+ words into the next story(told from Birdie’s POV).

WeWriWa: “You’re the One”

Welcome to another rendezvous with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for everyone who loves to write.  I’m still sharing from Into the Sun, and will for at least a couple more weeks. Today I have 10 sentences following just shortly after last week’s. Birdie has just greeted Trace rather…enthusiastically, and his mom isn’t sure what to think.

   ”Is she the reason you wouldn’t come home?”
My arm tightened around Birdie’s waist when she went stiff. I don’t know if she thought Mom’s comment was because of the color of her skin or something else, but I wanted to reassure her. “Birdie’s a damn good reason to stay anywhere, Mom, but, she’s not the only reason I wouldn’t go back. I found family here, something I never found with Henry ruling over us. If you give it a chance, you can, too.”
Birdie still hadn’t relaxed much, though she tightened her arm around me when I’d stood up for us. I glanced over at her, but her eyes were still locked on my mom.
“You,” Birdie finally said. “You’re the one who broke his heart.”

I tried to come up with some clever questions, but my brain is tired. I wrote lots & lots of words Thursday & Friday. My creative well is feeling a little dry. I did write the first 700 words this morning of the sequel to Into the Sun(currently titled: Come Back Down). This one is from Birdie’s POV, and starts a few weeks after Into the Sun ends. I still don’t know what will happen with Into the Sun(submitted it for a collection of short stories), but I should hear something probably this month. Either way, I plan to write this, even if I only publish it here on the blog. We’ll see.

Now, time to refill the creative well with some reading and knitting.

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