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Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~~ Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project —published, in progress, for your cat — whatever. ~~

From Heaven Can’t Wait:

“Where’d she go?”

Miller looks up from repacking his bag. “Uh-”

Bellamy rolls his eyes. “You lost her already?”

“I didn’t lose her—she’s probably just hiding.”

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Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~~ Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project —published, in progress, for your cat — whatever. ~~

From chapter 2 of Heaven Can’t Wait (which will hopefully be up soon now that NaNo is over):

Halfway down the ladder, he pauses to laugh at the scene. Miller is standing in the middle of the room, hands on his hips, glaring at the little girl. She’s on one of the lopsided crates, growling and snapping at him—her hair wild and eyes narrowed.

Miller turns his glare on Bellamy. “Shut up and do something with her. She’s evil.”

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~~ Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project —published, in progress, for your cat — whatever. ~~

From an April Camp fanfic:

He looked up, feeling uncomfortable under Kane’s gaze.

“Be careful. And I don’t mean just because Abby might not handle it well if you don’t come back. I want you to be careful. I want you to come back in one piece.”

“Yes, dad,” he muttered.

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~~ Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project —published, in progress, for your cat — whatever. ~~

From a fanfic I’m editing:

“I can’t imagine Octavia ever being that small and helpless.”

Bellamy laughs, too. “Small, yes. Helpless, never.” He runs a hand over the girl’s head then rests it on her back, feeling the rise and fall of her breaths. She does remind him an awful lot of Octavia.

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~~ Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project —published, in progress, for your cat — whatever. ~~

More from my “go back in time to fix a mistake turned Poseidon Adventure.”

God, if she cried again, he’d jump out the nearest airlock. “I don’t know where you were, McKenna. After Octavia was arrested, all of my friends abandoned me. I don’t know what happened to anyone.”

“I abandoned you? I find that hard to believe.”

(McKenna is an original character I made up that has kind of taken over the story.)

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~~ Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project —published, in progress, for your cat — whatever. ~~

From a fic I wrote in March that I’m editing (and hopefully posting next week):

This is the part they don’t tell you about—that you don’t just mourn the dead. You mourn what used to be and what could have been. You mourn the innocence you can never get back. You mourn the spark of life that has fizzled out inside of you.

War is a one-way street; no U-turns allowed. Or maybe it’s like a raging river, tossing you in rapids until you are bruised and battered against the rocks only to throw you over the precipice of a waterfall that never seems to end yet you drown in it all the same.

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~~ Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project —published, in progress, for your cat — whatever. ~~

From an unpublished fanfic from March.

Joining him on the step, Clarke lets out a weary sigh, sounding decades older than eighteen. “I’ll be okay once we-” She doesn’t finish the sentence.

He peeks at her from under his arm. “Once we what? Because I’m not seeing a way out of this one.”

Fun with Writing

For the longest time, my fanfic stuck pretty close to canon. Of course, I smoosh my favorite ship together, but I tried to keep it believable and as close to canon as I could get (so no Jack and Sam riding off into the sunset together).

But lately, I’ve been having a lot of fun writing AUs and pre-canon stuff. I especially like to go back in time and write stories about Bellamy and Octavia when they were kids.

Or in the case of what I was working on last night, alternative canon where they never went to the ground.

This is part of my Camp NaNo April group of stories. From day two (redo). The main plot is Bellamy goes back in time and gets to do over all of his mistakes. Starting with not getting Octavia arrested. At this point, it’s been a week since he changed history.


As soon as he walked in the door, Octavia was all over him.

“Where have you been?”

“I was out. What’s your problem?”

She crossed her arms over her chest. “You were gone all day.”

“So? Where’s mom?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” He tossed his jacket onto the table.

“She left a few hours ago. Didn’t say where she was going. I was worried, Bell.” She hugged herself tighter and looked near tears.

He pulled her into a hug. “I didn’t mean to worry you,” he whispered into her hair. “I just needed to blow off steam before I said something I’d really regret.”

She scoffed. “More than before.”

He didn’t answer that. Instead, he slid her hair behind her ears and cupped her face. “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”

She blinked away unshed tears and cocked her head. “Liar.”

Bellamy snorted and she swatted his hands away. He reached into his pocket and tossed her a ration bar. “Here. Don’t say I never get you anything.”

She rolled her eyes but ripped it open. He looked down at the other one in his hand. He was starving, but he didn’t think he deserved it after the last couple days–blowing up at people, taking off, worrying Octavia, making his mom mad. He left it on the table and laid down. Octavia came over a moment later and sat at the foot of the bed, drawing her legs up.

“So where were you?” she asked around a bite of food.

He closed his eyes and threw his arm over his face. “Nowhere special,” he said with a yawn.

“Yeah, well you smell like a still.”

He glanced at her from under his arm. “How would you know?”

She shrugged. Bellamy shook his head and went back to covering his eyes. “I was at a party.”

“Really?” This seemed to interest Octavia. He was constantly amazed that she could put aside her loneliness and isolation and be excited when he talked about freedom she would never have.

“It wasn’t that great. Just a bunch of people getting drunk and dancing inappropriately.”

Octavia laughed. “Sounds like a fairytale. Who did you go with?”

He licked his lips, realizing a beat too late that he’d waited too long before saying, “no one.” He could almost hear Octavia’s raised eyebrow.

“I hope No One was worth it. Is she pretty?”

He reached back and grabbed his pillow, tossing it in her direction. She batted it away then spread out next to him on her stomach, forcing him to move over. She continued to nibble on the ration bar. His stomach growled. She ignored him for a bit then gave him a look, still waiting for an answer to her question.

He sighed and covered his eyes again so he didn’t have to look at her. “Pretty, yes. Worth it–not really.”

“Wow. She sounds amazing. When do I get to meet her?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a sardonic sense of humor.”

“Just my brother, but he’s an ass so I don’t listen to him.”

He didn’t have another pillow so he jabbed a finger into her ribs. “Yeah, well my sister’s a brat.”

She squealed and tried to scramble off the bed, but he caught her around the waist. She struggled against him but he outweighed her by at least eighty pounds.

“Get off,” she said through giggles as he continued to tickle her. “Stop.”

He dropped his hand but didn’t let her go.

“You suck,” she said.

“No, I win,” he told her, snatching the rest of the ration bar out of her hand.

She spun on him as he leaned back, letting her go. “Hey, that’s mine.”

“Really? Cause it’s in my hand and possession is nine-tenths of the law.”

“Bellamy-”

He gave her a crooked smile then popped it into his mouth. She glared then suddenly jumped on him. He was caught off guard by a knee to his stomach and nearly choked on the dry bar. Octavia grabbed the pillow and started smacking him with it. He tried to snatch it from her, but she was moving to quick which ground her knee into his ribs. It didn’t help that he couldn’t stop laughing and was still half-choking on the food.


This story is full of so many of these scenes. Of course, things took a turn for the worse after this because I can never let them be happy for too long.

And this is what we call
procrastination

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~~ Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project —published, in progress, for your cat — whatever. ~~

From “Unbreak My Heart” which desperately needs to be finished.

“You can’t boss me around. You aren’t my father. You aren’t Mom.”

“No, Mom’s dead,” he shouts, causing her to take a step back. “Mom’s dead, and I’m in charge, so you’ll do what I say. That’s final.”

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~~ Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project —published, in progress, for your cat — whatever. ~~

Six sentences of dialogue from my NaNo notes.

“You cannot marry Renee.”
“Why not? We’ve been together forever.”
“Well, for one, you’re only seventeen! People are going to start thinking we’re some kind of backwards hillbilly morons.”
“Like they don’t already think that.”

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