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July Camp NaNo – Week 4 Recap

Camp-2017-Participant-Profile-PhotoSo, yeah…

I’ve given up on Camp this month. Hey, I won back in April, so I’ve already got the shiny banners to prove it. I’m just too depressed to concentrate on anything. I did get five stories posted this month. That’s great.

And I did write every day. My journal is full of rants, vents, and brainstorming. And I got in at least 100 words of some creative writing each day. Most of it wasn’t in anything I was supposed to be working on for camp, but with my mood, any words are a win.

This is how mental illness affects your life in ways people don’t consider. Writing is something I love to do, but the last few weeks, it’s gotten harder and harder to push words out. I’ve had to force myself several days–writing the bare minimum. Feeling like that towards writing just makes me more depressed. It’s a cycle that’s hard to break.

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I may have failed camp, but I’m proud of myself for pushing through the depression to do some kind of writing every day even if it was only ranting in my journal about being depressed. A  year ago, I would have given up completely and not written anything for three months. I have the spreadsheet to prove it.

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Camp NaNo July – Week 3 Recap

Camp-2017-Participant-Profile-PhotoAnother week down.

I’m having a hard time coming up with anything witty to say. The last few weeks have been tough mood-wise. The depression hasn’t let up. There are moments it’s not as bad, but for the most part, I just feel blah all of the time.

bipolarAnd because of that, not much is getting done. And I also don’t care which is the worst part. The depression lets me give up. It makes me want to give up because there doesn’t seem to be a point. So far, though, I’ve pushed through. I might not have written anything that qualifies for Camp, but I have written.

Writing: The goal was 100 words to a WIP from April or March. I added 548 words to “writer’s choice.” The rest of the week I worked on a personal project–a self-indulgent fanfic that no one else will ever read. That way I can let loose and not worry about all of the stuff in my head. I’ve managed to write 5k words for that so far. It’s not what I intended to write this month, but they’re words. D

Editing: The goal was 1 hour every day. I did none. I tried a couple times, but mostly just sat there re-reading stuff then staring at the screen with no idea what to do. No editing means no new stories being posted this week. Sad face. F

Yeah, this past week was a fail for Camp NaNo, but a mild success in that I managed to keep writing through the depression. It wasn’t what I intended to write, but it’s a huge thing for me. So, I guess I could grade on a curve and give myself a C.

Total words this week: 6,050 (only 548 towards Camp goals)
Total hours editing this week: 0

Next week will be better.

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Camp NaNo July – Week 2 Recap

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I almost considered not writing this post. Then I decided it might be a good way to highlight one of the difficult hurdles in my life. Depression.

hyperboleThe last couple weeks, it’s been getting worse. This is not good news, especially for my writing. When I’m depressed, I don’t want to do anything. Sometimes, I just stare at the wall, lost in my own dark, swirling thoughts. Usually I get on Facebook and read stupid articles and even stupider comment threads. Or play Candy Crush. Mindless things. The last thing I want to do is write. It’s like the depression squeezes off the flow of creativity in my brain.

And, as it often does with depression, not being able to write makes me more depressed. It’s a vicious cycle that is hard to escape. So far, I’ve managed to continue writing every day. I’ve written in my journal which doesn’t always help with my mood, and I’ve managed to add words to WIPs. Sometimes nothing more than twenty. But those are twenty words I didn’t have before.

Why am I saying all of this? No real reason. I just thought I’d mention what a struggle this past week was. I feel like I got nothing done, but looking over the stats, I’m surprised at the number of words I have. So maybe the failure is more in my head–the depression whispering sweet nothingness in my ear.

My goal was 100 words each day. According to my spreadsheet I have over 2,000 words not including today (since I haven’t written yet). Well, that’s impressive. Except only about 60 of them are editing words. That’s fine. The rest are words added to WIPs. I guess I get to give myself an A+ even though it doesn’t feel like I got anything done.

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Editing. This is where my failure shows. The goal is one hour each day. I believe my grand total for the week is about 47 minutes. Forty-seven of 420 minutes. F- – – Lack of editing means lack of posting things. Of course, someone might look at my blog and be like, “what are you talking about? There are two new stories posted this week.”

Ah, yes there are. Except they were both finished last week and only scheduled to post this week. Oh well.

I’m going to have to give myself a C- for the week (those extra minuses on the F really pulled things down).

The problem with depression is that is sucks up all of your energy, and for me, my creativity. On the other hand, it also lies to you and tells you that you suck at everything and are failing. My perception of last week was a lot more distorted than I expected. Either way, I still feel like I failed. Guess that means the depression is winning?

justkeepwritingBut on to next week which will hopefully be better. Here’s to those that keep trying despite the pain and exhaustion and despair.

Total words this week: 2,192 (not including today)
Total hours editing this week: <1

Stories posted:
Wash Away the Pain (The 100 (TV))
Unstoppable (The 100 (TV))

Camp NaNo July – Week 1 recap

Camp-2017-Participant-Profile-PhotoWell, it’s been a week. Yeah, it surprised me, too. I’m not sure whether to call this one a win or loss.

On one hand, I posted three stories this week (none of them from April Camp), but on the other hand, I haven’t done much else. I finished editing one April story (“blood“), and I’ve been editing another (“inside“). I think I’m going to put it away for now because the words are all starting to blur together. I got a lot done, though.

Unfortunately, a lot of editing doesn’t always equal a lot of words. My goal was 100 words each day, and I managed to average 93/day. Sounds great except most days were under 100 words. I’ll give myself a C-.

I also missed my mark most days on hours editing. I’ve only done a full hour a couple times. I’ve come close a few other times, but I’m always interrupted. Or get distracted by shiny things (Tiny Tower = teh devilz). Despite that, I managed to get six hours of editing in over the course of seven days. So, I’ll give myself a B on that.

Averaging them together, I get a C+ for the week. Not bad, but could be better.

Total words this week: 653
Total hours editing this week: ~6

Stories posted:
Home Improvement (Stargate SG-1)
Rockets Red Glare (Red Vs. Blue)
Forty Days to Gone (The 100 (TV))

Camp NaNo April – Day 29 recap

Camp-2017-Participant-Profile-PhotoWhat’s the first thing you think of when you hear the word dispose?

Come on, admit it–you thought of the mafia dumping bodies into the river. Or some variation. I know I did. My second thought was, “I’m not really into turning Bellamy and Clarke into murderers.”

I really had no idea what to do with this prompt until I checked the dictionary. Low and behold, “dispose” has other meanings. Who woulda thunk?

I decided to go with this one: to make fit or ready; prepare

Day 29: dispose

Today we join Bellamy as he’s getting ready to infiltrate Mt. Weather. He’s trying to psych himself up, but the fact that half of the grounder clothes he’s wearing are too small and the other half are too big isn’t a good sign. Then Clarke shows up.

He really doesn’t want to talk to her. But he really does.

That’s basically how all of his thoughts are when it comes to her. Contradictions that bounce around in his head. Right now, he’s just confused about why she’s here because six hours ago, she pretty much said he was expendable. And that hurt more than he cared to admit.

It’s hard to figure out what she wants when she just stands there looking small and awkward. More like a kid than whatever the ground has molded her into the last month. He doesn’t like it.

And he doesn’t like the tension. He doesn’t like this situation at all, but he doesn’t have the words to say all of that. Apparently Clarke doesn’t either so they fall back to their old routine and bicker.

There’s a good chance Bellamy won’t make it back from this mission. They both know it, so why are they fighting? That’s what Bellamy wants to know. He’s pretty sure it has something to do with the Commander wedging herself between them. He’s not jealous, he swears, but he doesn’t like being left out of the loop. A loop that consisted of the two of them until a few days ago. How did that happen?

The End.

I noticed there was a bit of time in season two between episodes nine and ten where they could have a conversation about the decision to send Bellamy into Mt. Weather. It never sat right with me that one minute she’s telling him she can’t lose him and the next it’s worth risking his life. I get why she made the decision–why she said that–but they never actually discuss why she changed her mind. And I didn’t like how they went from being partners to Clarke being in charge. Looking back, this seems like an omen for season three. Bad things happen when they aren’t working together.

Bonus:

“It’s going to be fine, Clarke. Let me worry about getting into Mt. Weather, and you worry about-” He scrunches his face and looks away. “You worry about Lexa.”

He finishes putting on the jacket. It’s too small but wearable. When Clarke doesn’t say anything he looks up at her. She’s just staring at him. God, he hates it when she does that.

This is stupid. They’re running out of time. Bellamy rubs his forehead and sighs. “I don’t want to fight Clarke.”

“Neither do I.”

“Then what are we doing?”

She stares for a couple more seconds before looking away, swallowing hard. “I don’t know.”

Bellamy shakes his head. “We used to talk about this stuff. Make the plans.” He doesn’t finish his thoughts.

Clarke nods, still not looking at him. This chasm has opened between them in the last couple days, and he doesn’t like it. “Forget it,” he mumbles and grabs the cloak he’ll be wearing over the jacket.

Other recaps:
Day 1 – survive
Day 2 – redo
Day 3 – sunshine
Day 4 – fear
Day 5 – inside
Day 6 – share  FINISHED!
Day 7 – annoy
Day 8 – guard
Day 9 – Heaven
Day 10 – blood 
Day 11 – promise
Day 12 – discover
Day 13 – together
Day 14 – try
Day 15 – experiment
Day 16 – illusive
Day 17 – phone
Day 18 – trust
Day 19 – threat 
Day 20 – breath
Day 21 – fall
Day 22 – mind
Day 23 – writer’s choice
Day 24 – mistake
Day 25 – collide
Day 26 – life
Day 27 – remember
Day 28 – sympathy

FINISHED STORIES!!!
Handle with Care – share (day 6)

Camp NaNo April – Day 28 recap

Camp-2017-Participant-Profile-PhotoYikes. Only two more days to go. I know I’m going to make it, but it still seems unbelievable to me. There have been months I’ve written more total words, but not while having written every single day.

And I’m so excited about all of the stories I’ve started (some even finished). The next few months are going to be busy finishing, revising, and posting stories. I can’t wait.

 

Day 28: sympathy

The last twenty-four hours have been hell for the entire camp. Bellamy feels like his insides were put through a blender–at least the parts he didn’t puke up while he was dying of the plague.

Somehow they got through it like they always do. They even stopped a grounder army from attacking in the process. He guesses it’s a win, but it doesn’t feel that way when they’re digging more graves.

Bellamy feels like death warmed over, but he’s not the only one that’s been put through the wringer. When he hears the faint crying, he thinks about ignoring it. It’s not unusual to hear the other kids waking with nightmares or crying for their mothers. But something changes his mind.

He finds Clarke in the darkness. He doesn’t like to see girls cry. And he doesn’t like thinking of Clarke as weak. She’s the rock he’s started to lean on to get through each crisis. He’s not sure when that happened, but he can at least admit it to himself. But this time, Clarke is the one that needs support.

He doesn’t know what to say to her, so the best he can offer is a shoulder to cry on.

The End.

Not the longest recap. I had trouble setting this story, so it might change drastically in the future.

Bonus:

Curious, he follows the noise into the darkness. The girl sniffles but suddenly quiets when she realizes she’s not alone. He squints at the figure sitting against the dropship. “Clarke?”

She doesn’t answer, just pulls her legs in closer, hugging them tightly. Bellamy squats down in front of her. “Hey,” he says, lightly touching her arm. “You okay?”

She wipes at her eyes and nods. “Fine.” She opes her mouth like she plans to say more but nothing comes out. She turns away, probably so he won’t see her cry.

He’s not sure what to do. Things have been weird between them since they went to the bunker. He can’t stop thinking about her, and it nearly gave him a heart attack when he saw her sick. When he looks at those fourteen graves, all he can think is thank god she’s not in one of them. He wonders if she ever has those thoughts about him.

Other recaps:
Day 1 – survive
Day 2 – redo
Day 3 – sunshine
Day 4 – fear
Day 5 – inside
Day 6 – share  FINISHED!
Day 7 – annoy
Day 8 – guard
Day 9 – Heaven
Day 10 – blood 
Day 11 – promise
Day 12 – discover
Day 13 – together
Day 14 – try
Day 15 – experiment
Day 16 – illusive
Day 17 – phone
Day 18 – trust
Day 19 – threat 
Day 20 – breath
Day 21 – fall
Day 22 – mind
Day 23 – writer’s choice
Day 24 – mistake
Day 25 – collide
Day 26 – life
Day 27 – remember

FINISHED STORIES!!!
Handle with Care – share (day 6)

Camp NaNo April – Day 27 recap

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Today’s story is brought to you by tvtropes.org. Okay, maybe not exactly, but as I was trying to think of an angle for the story, I remembered the site, and that made me think of all the cliched tropes I like to read. What better trope for the prompt, “remember,” than amnesia?

I’ve only written the first scene, and I’m already having way too much fun with this story. I’ve never done amnesia fic before, but I’ve read some. I also remembered a show I saw on Discovery Channel many years ago about a woman that got amnesia but only forgot the last twenty years of her life. In her mind, she was twenty-three with one baby, not in her forties with grown children. It was really interesting. Put all of that in a blender and you get this…

Day 27: remember

Bellamy’s day was going pretty well he thought. His mom had some extra rations for him before his guard exam, Octavia left him alone for three full hours to study, and he knew he was going to ace the tests. He had to because it was the only way he was going to keep Octavia safe.

His day got even better after the exam. He did better than he’d hoped, and Aimee Mason asked him out. Him. She always had a thing for the guards. It was probably the best day of his life.

But then things get cloudy. Something must have happened because he wakes up to a pain splitting his skull open. He has no idea where he is or what is going on. The last thing he remembers is the exam. And Aimee. And then… nothing. Only pain and confusion.

There are other people with him, but he doesn’t dare open his eyes. He’s sure they’ll just pop right out of his head. Probably right after his brain liquefies and dribbles out of his ears. He can tell at least one of the voices belongs to a doctor, but she’s not making any sense.

Animals? Woods? Grounders? He knows the words, but she might as well be speaking a foreign language for all Bellamy can understand. He must have hit his head pretty hard.

He has no idea what’s going on, but he knows it’s bad. He wants his mom, but he’s too afraid to bring attention to her. This is like his worst nightmare. How could his perfect day fall apart so quickly. And why can’t he remember what happened?

The End.

That’s about as far as I got in my actual writing. He’s about ten seconds away from finding out he’s lost his memories from the last five years. This is going to be so much fun to write.

Bonus:

“Bellamy, I need you to open your eyes so I can check you out, okay? You have to tell me what happened so I can help you.”

He didn’t know what happened. Why can’t they understand that? Who were these people anyway?

“Let me try.” The other voice sounded younger–maybe his age. She leaned closer and brushed his hair away from his forehead. His entire body trembled at her touch. He had no idea why, but it distracted him from the atomic bomb going off in his head. Slowly, she slid her hands over his, curling her fingers around his palms.

“Bellamy,” she said, her voice soft and calm. “Can you move your hands? You don’t have to open your eyes, okay? Just move your hands, so we can check you out.”

He frowned. He didn’t want to move. His head hurt so much. But when her fingers tightened, he let her pull his hands from his face.

Other recaps:
Day 1 – survive
Day 2 – redo
Day 3 – sunshine
Day 4 – fear
Day 5 – inside
Day 6 – share  FINISHED!
Day 7 – annoy
Day 8 – guard
Day 9 – Heaven
Day 10 – blood 
Day 11 – promise
Day 12 – discover
Day 13 – together
Day 14 – try
Day 15 – experiment
Day 16 – illusive
Day 17 – phone
Day 18 – trust
Day 19 – threat 
Day 20 – breath
Day 21 – fall
Day 22 – mind
Day 23 – writer’s choice
Day 24 – mistake
Day 25 – collide
Day 26 – life

FINISHED STORIES!!!
Handle with Care – share (day 6)

 

Camp NaNo April – Day 26 recap

Camp-2017-Participant-Profile-PhotoI don’t think I have anything interesting or snarky to say today, so I’ll jut get right to the recap.

Day 26: life

Ten years ago, they sealed the doors to the underground bunker they thought they would be calling home for five years. They weren’t prepared for the extended stay. At the five-year mark, twelve people treated with the Nightblood therapy went to the surface. Ten came back. Barely.

Since then, they’ve occasionally sent people out to test the radiation levels. After ten years, they’re hoping this mission will give them the good news that the Earth is survivable again. Because they’re not really sure how long they can stay underground before the entire population loses its collective minds.

Bellamy and Clarke are leading the expedition. That is if Abby will ever let them leave. Her maternal worrying has grown out of control over the years since her stroke. There’s only so much of it they can stand. Kane, though, manages to distract Abby long enough for them to make their escape.

The surface is nothing like they left it–nothing like when they landed. Nothing the grounders remember. It’s barren and haunted. If they’re lucky, they’ll find signs of life this time. Little bits of grass pushing through the cracked ground. Maybe a bird. A bug. Anything will do.

Bellamy isn’t looking forward to this mission. As much as he hates the bunker, seeing the wasteland on the surface makes him ill. On top of that, Roan has invited himself along. He refuses to admit his title of “king” means nothing after all of these years. Bellamy isn’t in the mood to butt heads with him.

Then there’s Clarke. Who isn’t exactly talking to him at the moment. Which is fine because he doesn’t want to talk to her either. He’s not sure when their friendship fell apart or why. Sometimes, he’s not even sure he cares. Between the potential radiation sickness, Roan’s moaning, and dealing with Clarke, his day is looking bleaker and bleaker.

The End.

Sorry, most of what I wrote was world building and Abby babying Bellamy. And it might not sound like it, but it’s totally a love story. Bellamy and Clarke will always find their way back to each other somehow.

Bonus:

Abby gave him one of those looks that always make him feel like a little boy. “Be careful. Okay? I know your tolerance to the radiation is high, but you can still have symptoms. If you start to feel sick come straight back. Any symptom–upset stomach, itchy skin that could mean lesions, dizziness.

“I know,” Bellamy said, checking his pack again.

“Abby,” Kane said, pulling her away, “quit mothering the boy to death.”

Bellamy shot him a thankful look.

“I just want to make sure he’s going to be okay.”

Kane sighed. “He knows what he’s doing. And Clarke will be with him. What could possibly go wrong?”

A few feet away, Clarke snorted. Bellamy ignored her then snapped his bag closed, tossing it over his shoulder. “I’ll be fine, Abby; I promise. I’ll watch for symptoms and check my readings-” he tapped the radiation monitor clipped to his jacket “-and I won’t eat any strange plants or animals.”

“Don’t eat anything!”

He smiled. She hadn’t been the same since her stroke a few years ago, but underneath she was still Dr. Griffin. “I promise I won’t eat anything. If I try, I’m sure Clarke will smack some sense into me or something.”

Clarke snorted again.

Abby pressed her hand to his cheek. “You’re a good boy.”

Other recaps:
Day 1 – survive
Day 2 – redo
Day 3 – sunshine
Day 4 – fear
Day 5 – inside
Day 6 – share  FINISHED!
Day 7 – annoy
Day 8 – guard
Day 9 – Heaven
Day 10 – blood 
Day 11 – promise
Day 12 – discover
Day 13 – together
Day 14 – try
Day 15 – experiment
Day 16 – illusive
Day 17 – phone
Day 18 – trust
Day 19 – threat 
Day 20 – breath
Day 21 – fall
Day 22 – mind
Day 23 – writer’s choice
Day 24 – mistake
Day 25 – collide

FINISHED STORIES!!!
Handle with Care – share (day 6)

 

Camp NaNo April – Day 25 recap

Camp-2017-Participant-Profile-PhotoJust five more days to go. I’m lucky Camp is ending because the weather next week is supposed to be beautiful. Even into the 70s on Wednesday. The kids are going to want to be outside. I’m going to wan’t to be outside. Taking the kids to the park or for a walk is not conducive to writing. I know; I’ve tried.

Next month is going to be spent finishing and editing some of these stories. At least that’s the plan.

 

Day 25: collide

It’s been a year since the took Octavia away. A year since he watched his mom get floated. A year since his entire world collapsed and his life destroyed. Bellamy’s resigned himself to his fate. In fact, he relishes it. After all, it’s what he deserves.

Working maintenance isn’t always bad. He’s mostly left alone which suits him fine. He’s not in the mood to deal with other people and their stares. Their whispers. Their curiosity. If he never spoke to another human being again, he’d be okay with that.

Today is one of those days he’s been blissfully working alone preparing an old section of Alpha Station for new residents–kids of the elite that have grown up and started their own families. The quarters here are large and comfortable. Nothing like Bellamy’s used to. It makes him sick to think of how they crammed three people into a space these people will have for one bedroom.

At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter. He cleans up his supplies and heads back to the only home he’s ever known. He’s got a lot more space now that it’s just him. And he hates every inch of it. He’s considering what he might do after he clocks out when he slams into someone turning the corner.

A smaller someone that ends up on her backside. Bellamy can tell right away that she doesn’t belong here. At least not yet. In a few years, once she’s married, her Alpha Station Princess ass might move into one of these apartments. But for now, she’s just some spoiled kid that doesn’t know how to read the Keep Out signs.

The End.

This is set in an alternate reality where the Ark didn’t run out of oxygen, but Octavia was still found.

Bonus:

He turned the corner and ran smack into someone. She let out a startled yelp then fell back on her butt. Bellamy just stared down at her. She looked to be about Octavia’s age with blond hair and hard, icy eyes. Her clothes were a lot less tattered than most people he knew. Definitely Alpha Station.

He cocked an eyebrow. “You lost, princess.”

Her eyes narrowed. “What did you call me?”

He chuckled. “Princess. You have Alpha Station royalty written all over you.”

She got to her feet, glaring. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“No, you probably don’t.”

Other recaps:
Day 1 – survive
Day 2 – redo
Day 3 – sunshine
Day 4 – fear
Day 5 – inside
Day 6 – share  FINISHED!
Day 7 – annoy
Day 8 – guard
Day 9 – Heaven
Day 10 – blood 
Day 11 – promise
Day 12 – discover
Day 13 – together
Day 14 – try
Day 15 – experiment
Day 16 – illusive
Day 17 – phone
Day 18 – trust
Day 19 – threat 
Day 20 – breath
Day 21 – fall
Day 22 – mind
Day 23 – writer’s choice
Day 24 – mistake

FINISHED STORIES!!!
Handle with Care – share (day 6)

Camp NaNo April – Day 24 recap

Camp-2017-Participant-Profile-PhotoWe are in the home stretch now. Just one week left of starting random stories that will take months to finish. Although it’s been difficult at times and often seemed fruitless, I’ve had a lot of fun. I’ve learned a lot about my writing process and how to push through the “blank page paralysis” that often trips up writers. I’ve also tried out different story styles I never thought I’d ever write.

I am worn out, though. It’s getting harder and harder to come up with fresh stories. My wrists are killing me from the way they sit on the laptop. And I’m just plain exhausted from the mental challenge of writing that many words consistently over a long period. Next month is going to be a chill month for sure.

Anyway, on to today’s recap.

Day 24: mistake

We’re going canon-divergent again because it’s easier that way. Two years have passed since the Ark was sealed up. Being stuck in a small, confined space should be second nature to the residents of Arkadia. I mean, this is how they grew up. But even for them, it’s proving tedious.

It doesn’t help that things keep breaking all over the Ark. Bellamy has no idea why Raven sent him and Clarke to check the pressure on the water pipe. She said he could handle it. When will Raven learn to send the professionals. One little tap and the gauge went flying. Bellamy and Clarke are soaked. Air was a problem in space, but on the ground, water is precious.

They managed to get the water shut off before too much is wasted. Maybe the stress is getting to them because they can’t stop laughing. And Clarke can’t stop looking at Bellamy’s lips. And Bellamy can’t stop- Well, Bellamy just can’t stop himself. He’s tired of waiting.

The kiss is soft and sweet and damn near perfect. For him. Clarke doesn’t react as well. She’s not sure if she’s ready for things to change. Bellamy’s tired of hearing excuses, but he can’t stand to see Clarke cry, either. So he’ll just step back and keep waiting.

Octavia, though, is sick of watching Clarke walk all over her brother. She’s barely speaking to Bellamy, but that doesn’t mean can’t care about him. Bellamy’s too emotionally raw to deal with her after Clarke just broke his heart. Again.

The End.

So, yeah, this story starts with a kiss and things just spiral out of control after that. I told you I have trouble writing fluff. This is pure angst. I honestly haven’t decided which direction I’m taking the story. I only planned until Bellamy talks to Octavia. After that it’s up in the air.

Bonus:

Clarke froze at first, but then her mouth softened to his touch. He could barely believe this was finally happening. Every inch of him vibrated with anticipation.

Then Clarke jerked away. He could feel her tense in his arms, so he slowly let go, making sure she was steady on her feet. She took a step back. Then two. She wasn’t looking at him, and his world crashed in around him.

“I can’t do this, Bellamy. I can’t do this now.”

“Then when, Clarke? It’s been two years, and I don’t know if I can-” He didn’t know how to finish that sentence. It sounded too much like an ultimatum, and that’s not what he wanted. He covered his eyes with his hand and took a deep breath. “Clarke-”

“This was a mistake.”

Bonus bonus:

Octavia fell into step next to him. “How long are you going to let her keep breaking your heart?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He sped up, but Octavia kept pace.

“Yes you do. You keep going back for more, and she keeps kicking you down. I don’t get it.”

He stopped to glare at her. “What do you care anyway? You’ve made it perfectly clear that I’m not welcome in your business. Well, it goes both ways. So mind your own business and leave me alone.”

Other recaps:
Day 1 – survive (surviving is only the beginning)
Day 2 – redo (head trauma is no joke)
Day 3 – sunshine (can’t appreciate the sun without walking in the darkness)
Day 4 – fear (fear keeps them apart)
Day 5 – inside (inside is where it hurts the most)
Day 6 – share (sharing is caring) FINISHED!
Day 7 – annoy (we always annoy the ones we love)
Day 8 – guard (like season one but on the Ark)
Day 9 – Heaven (Bellamy is great with kids)
Day 10 – blood (nothing like a quick dip to wash away your sins)
Day 11 – promise (promises are made to be broken)
Day 12 – discover (talk to him before deciding he’s a jerk)
Day 13 – together (“my mom’s totally not going to figure out we’re faking it”)
Day 14 – try (trying to push the rover out of the mud is hard)
Day 15 – experiment (“where are the keys to these cuffs?”)
Day 16 – illusive (hallucinations are confusing)
Day 17 – phone (the ultimate game of phone tag)
Day 18 – trust (Clarke trusts Bellamy with more than her life)
Day 19 – threat (going back to Arkadia was a bad idea)
Day 20 – breath (not much of a winter wonderland)
Day 21 – fall (Bellamy never listens)
Day 22 – mind (getting up on the wrong side of the bed)
Day 23 – writer’s choice (Hollywood… The 100 style)

FINISHED STORIES!!!
Handle with Care – share (day 6)

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