A quiet moment

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Entering a new flash challenge! How could I not, when the prompt basically screamed “Flamel Project”? Today’s post is inspired by Cara Michaels’ #MenageMonday flash prompts. Check it out at the link!

Enjoy!


Though he hid it well, Nate was struggling with claustrophobia. The lack of windows didn’t help, plus the sleeping space wasn’t exactly roomy. His pacing was grating on my nerves, too, so I did us both a favor.

“Do you want to go outside?” My eyes were on his blood sample under the microscope, but I heard him stop.

“Can we?”

Pushing away from the counter, I motioned for him to follow.

“Emergency exit.” We walked through the sleeping space into a tunnel with a ladder that led out of the bunker. It was a bit of a climb, but worth it. Outside, we emerged onto a steep cliff. The northern lights shone above us, reflecting off the lake at the bottom of the drop, and though it was cold, the sight was beautiful and it felt good to breathe fresh air.

I thought we would sit in silence, but he had other plans.

“So what made you stir the pot? Building this bunker couldn’t have been an overnight decision.”

“We were supposed help people. Cure cancer, auto-immune diseases, build viable limbs from scratch.” I pulled my coat around tighter. “Not make super soldiers. I knew my father was hiding something, and when I saw the military contracts…I just couldn’t do it anymore.” I looked away from the lights and at my feet. “Alchemy wasn’t meant to create weapons.”

“Selah, you saved my life.” He stood in front of me, pulling my gaze to his.

“But at what cost?”


Be sure to check out the rest of the responses at the prompt!

As always, think happy thoughts!

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Looking ahead

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Hello! Bet you didn’t think you’d hear from me again today.

So I’m rethinking my entire website. I’m considering taking the serials down for a while, and coming up with a better look/feel to everything. Not to mention I have lofty ambitions for The Deal and A Vampire’s Bride. Both those stories have real potential to become at least novellas, and that’s not a project I’ll work on unless I start rewriting them now. And I want to make Secondhand Soul and Provisional Freedom more cohesive with each other. Now that I have tons of material for both of them (aka what amounts to a shitty first draft), I can tell the stories semi-properly. But I’ll need to rewrite those, too. I think the last couple of weeks of constant writing have gotten me into a rhythm I can maintain. Or at least proved to myself that I can, in fact, force myself to write everyday.

And so I want this to be more than a dumping ground for my orphaned ideas/crappy stream of consciousness type of writing I’ve been putting out there recently. And to do that I need to restructure. A lot. I want to polish and expand upon what I’ve written to give a cohesive story on here. If that means I can only do one at a time, then so be it.

That’s not to say I’ll stop doing writing prompts responses! Because those will never stop. I do think that my flash writing needs work, though, and I need to learn to tell a “complete” story with flash instead of just coming up with the starts of new ones.

On top of that stuff I really want to go back to regularly reviewing books. And maybe even TV shows. And to do that I need to place more focus on reading. To read more, I need to have fewer commitments on my plate. So we’ll see how this goes.

Change is good and coming soon!

So stay tuned for that!

As always, think happy thoughts 🙂

Tainted fortune

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Hello!

So my last bout of productivity was somewhat short-lived. At least on here. Behind the scenes I’ve been working on restructuring Withered Legacy and that’s going better than I expected! I even have what might pass for a poor excuse of an outline, which is a lot for me, so yay! Here’s to getting more writing done!

Today’s post is inspired by  Our Write Side’s Master Class Monday prompt series. Provisional Freedom is still kind of in limbo while I figure out what’s next for Paola. In the meantime, though, there’s plenty of angst and personal drama to explore with her, so the story will consist of smaller moments – less grand than the overall stories of Videl, Ariella, and Emma. Maybe that’s what her story will be  – despite the supernatural, she’ll try living a normal life. We’ll see.

Prompt: Mused mourning/Tainted fortune

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Is it weird I can’t remember how my mother died? Ever since I saw her in purgatory, it’s like that experience replaced the memory. My dad never talks about it, and I can’t bring myself to ask. Max would probably know, but something inside me stops me from asking them. Maybe it’s better not to remember. The anniversary of her death is coming up – I only know that because of the date stamp on her grave – and the closer we get to it, the more my dad shuts down. It’s been about a year since I came back, and I’ve done the math. It happened on the anniversary last year.

In small ways, I’ve tried to reassure my dad it won’t happen again. I don’t even know why I did it in the first place. Still, the look in his eyes when he realizes what I’m trying to say isn’t one of relief.

At Max’s suggestion, I’ve been spending more time at home. Maybe I’ll go back to school, too, but I don’t know how that could work. How would I be able to focus on papers and homework when none of it matters – at least not to me. To be honest, I’m surprised my father hasn’t been more vocal about a return to a normal routine. After all, it’s been a year.

Pa?”

“Hm?” He looks up from his morning newspaper. It’s like this every morning before he goes to work. I make breakfast and we sit together in silence. It’s not awkward or uncomfortable silence – it just is.

“I was thinking…that maybe, um, it’s about time I go back to school.” My eyes wander around the room as I speak, unwilling to meet his when the suggestion registers.

“That’d be great, mija.” As always, his eyes carry a melancholy kind of tranquility, but there’s hope there, too. Is it wrong to give him that hope, when it’s only a matter of time before I have to disappear? “Have you given any thought to your major?”

“Not really, no. To be honest, I don’t know if I’m ready to go back yet, but I think I should try.”

He reaches across the table and places a hand on mine. “Whatever decision you make, I’m here with you.”

I wasn’t really expecting this to turn into an emotional moment, but the words catch in my throat and the beginnings of tears prickle behind my eyes.

“Just let me know when, and we can start looking at schools.” My dad squeezes my hand for a split second before standing. With a smile, he places a kiss on my forehead before heading out to work.

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And that’s it for now. The beginnings of something resembling a plot! Woo!

As always, think happy thoughts!

Life goes on

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Hello!

It’s been tough trying to get back into writing, but I’m slowly inching my way back. I have gotten some stuff done, but have little to show for it considering it’s the stuff I don’t post here. Not to mention I just haven’t been feeling the prompts lately. Nothing’s jumping out at me, but I feel like that’s more a problem with my motivation than anything else. I just need to power through it.

So power through it I will.

This post will chip away some of Paola’s outer layers and give us a better look at her as a character. Here’s to some meaningful development and figuring out where her story will take her now that she’s helped Videl.

Prompts: Surly/Unpleasant, Chilly demeanor  – courtesy of Our Write Side, as usual, & “You can’t be here.” – #ThursThreads

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“You can’t be here. You know that, right?” It’s been months since I’ve heard Max’s voice, and to be honest they’re the last person I want to see right now.

“Pshh. What’s it going to do, kill me?” I look at the signs warning of radioactivity everywhere. There’s no one for miles because of those signs. And nowadays I find this is the only place I can go to for some peace of mind.

“Fair point. But wouldn’t your father be worried?” The angel approaches, settling onto the curb beside me.

“He doesn’t know. Obviously.” Shooting a glare at Max, I continue. “And no one is going to tell him, right?”

“Of course not. But you should probably reconsider your new hobbies.” They cross their arms before leaning forward to rest against their legs. “Last thing we need is people getting suspicious and catching wind of your, um, condition.”

“You say that like it can be fixed.” As if immortality can be turned off with a switch. Believe me, I’ve tried. “But fine. I’ll be more careful or whatever.”

Silence hovers around us for a beat before they speak again.

“I haven’t abandoned you. You know that right?” Max doesn’t wait for me to respond. “You’re a special case, Paola. It’ll take some time to figure out how to help you, but I will.”

I don’t respond – there’s nothing I can say – yet angry words linger in my throat.

Max stands and reaches out, offering me a hand. “I promise.”

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And that’s how you kill three birds with one stone. I don’t mix prompts often, but when I do it’s because I’m hella lazy.

Dont’ forget to check out the other submissions to the prompts!

As always, think happy thoughts!

An update!

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Happy Friday!

So I’m pretty awful, I know. Last night was the first time since my last post that I actually sat down to get any writing done. Some of that is due to writer’s block, but most of it is due to plain laziness and a complete and total lack of motivation. Not to mention it’s hard to sit down to write when I could be playing with a puppy instead.

Just look at her!

Ada

Ada aka The Potato (check her out on Twitter!)

So as you can see I have extremely valid (read: bs) reasons for why I’ve been absent. Anyway, here’s hoping to slowly easing my way back. As usual, my comeback will be due Our Write Side’s prompts.

And speaking of prompts, check out the Flash Train’s new incarnation!

Keep a lookout for a prompt response later today!

As always, think happy thoughts!

#ThursThreads – Increased Security

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Hello again!

Even as I write this I have no idea how I’m going to incorporate this prompt into one of my serials. Today’s #ThursThreads prompt is throwing me off, so here’s hoping for the best.

Prompt: “It meant increased security.”

Happy reading!

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“Are you going to say something or just sit there watching me like a creep?” I couldn’t help the words tumbling from my mouth, but they were making me uncomfortable.

Max raised a thin eyebrow in response, a smirk lighting their expression before they waved a hand and turned off my TV, simultaneously flicking on the lights. I had to shield my eyes from the sudden change, ducking my head into my arms.

“That’s much better.”

“I was starting to think you’re not real.” Images of the angel standing around my hospital room, taking me from my mother in purgatory, already felt like long-forgotten dreams.

“Sorry – it’s not every day we let a soul out of purgatory. It meant increased security and delayed me longer than I anticipated. I could only drop by to check on you before having to run back and make sure the gap we used sealed properly and held up against opportunistic spirits looking for a way out.” They looked tired just thinking about it, running a hand through their hair while walking back and forth across the room.

“Speaking of my release, are you ever going to actually tell me why I’m here?” A part of me wanted to ask if they might know what led to me dying in the first place, but I stopped myself. It’s not like it mattered anyway. “And what abilities am I supposed to have, exactly?”

“I can already tell it’s going to be a joy working with you.”

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Maybe next week Paola will get some answers! Be sure to check out the rest of the responses at the prompt link throughout the day – there’s always great stuff to read.

As always, think happy thoughts!

UPDATE: I won with this one! Woo!

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