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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. ~~

Something I was working on the other day.

His heart leaped into his throat. He took off like a shot, hopping logs and ducking branches. His lungs burned and his legs ached as he pushed himself faster. He broke through the trees around the dropship as the storm lit up the sky. Lightning crackled overhead followed by a rumble of thunder that shook the ground. But all Bellamy could see were the flames gobbling up one half of the wall.

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

A dream sequence in a story I was working on the other day:

Finn looked at Bellamy then shrugged. “You’ll probably want this,” he said, tossing something to Bellamy.

Bellamy snatched it out of the air and looked down, horrified. It was a heart, and it was still beating. Across the room, Raven giggled as Finn lifted her, setting her ass on the table. He ran his hands up her back, leaving bloody hand prints all over her shirt.

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

She pushed his hair from his forehead and rested her cool hand against his clammy skin. It felt nice. He didn’t want her to move it, but a second later her hand was gone. He watched her glance around, her lower lip caught between her teeth. That was doing things to his system he didn’t like. His brain was back to the whole kissing thing.

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

“Cute.” She sidesteps his outstretched hand and darts through the gate. “Lucky for me there are no rules, and I can do whatever the hell I want.”

Miller glares at her. “Whatever. When you get eaten by a panther, I’ll remember to put that on your tombstone.”

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

From a fanfic:

“How do you know? You barely listen to anything I have to say anyway. I could say you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met, and you’d act like I just called you Hitler. I’m not sure you even know what a compliment is. Or how to accept one. No wonder your boyfriend broke up with you.”

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

From one of my camp fanfics I’ve been working on:

Bellamy cringes. “Is it that bad?”

“I wouldn’t worry,” Clarke says flatly as she starts to clean his hand–wiping away the oil and blood from his knuckles.

“How can I go wrong with that stunning vote of confidence?” He gives her a wicked smile when she looks up. He swears she blushes.

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

From a fanfic from Camp NaNo I was adding to:

“And I didn’t peg you as a comedian. I was right.”

“Annoying and snarky. A winning combination. The guys must be lining up at your door.”

“You’ll never know.”

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

From a fanfic:

When he looks at Octavia he sees his best friend–the person he swore to protect with his life. And now he knows he did nothing but fail her. He kicks off his boots then nudges Octavia over so he can climb into the bed. He tugs the pillow from her hands and tucks his arm under her head. She sniffles into his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, O,” he whispers.

Camp NaNo April – Day 30 and Camp recap

Camp-2017-Winner-Profile-PhotoIt’s over! It’s over! I can’t believe it. It’s the first time I’ve won Camp NaNo, although I’ve only tried like three other times over the last few years. I feel very accomplished even though all I did was add 29 stories to my WIP folder.

My grand total was 76,502 words over 30 days. I didn’t miss a single day. And that doesn’t include all of the journaling/brainstorming I did for the stories. That was 26k yesterday alone!

I’m riding high right now, but I’m also exhausted. I celebrated by cleaning the garage which I’d been putting off for a month. My brain is fried and my wrists hurt from typing so much, so my plan is to take it easy in May–some light journaling/brainstorming, at least 100 words to a WIP, and one hour of editing every day. The editing is going to be the part that trips me up.

The only downer at the moment is that I didn’t publish one story each week like I planned. I didn’t even get two stories out last month. I kind of feel all of the recaps I did make up for it, but I plan to get three stories out this month.

On to the last Camp recap!

Day 30: betray

Nobody said living in the bunker would be easy, but three months in and people are ready to kill each other. It’s all Bellamy can do to keep the peace. When it all gets to be too much, he finds a quiet space in a dark, abandoned tunnel. Clarke always knows where to find him, and she’s exactly what he needs after another rough day.

With Clarke he doesn’t have to spell out his problems. He doesn’t have to say anything at all. She just knows what he needs to hear and when he needs to hear it. She’s always been great that way. For Bellamy, these intimate little chats never last long enough, but his butt is numb and he’s bone tired.

Talking with Clarke did brighten his day a little. Too bad nothing good ever lasts long for Bellamy. He hears a banging noise coming from a storage closet. He can’t not investigate. What he finds is almost too horrible to comprehend. Now he’s rushing a bleeding Luna to their makeshift medbay. And things don’t look good.

The End.

There’s a lot that will be going on in the story–what I wrote was mostly just Clarke and Bellamy talking about how tired they are.

Bonus:

Clarke squeezes his knee, sending a shiver through his body. She does things like this now, and he never knows what they mean. It’s like she wants to throw him more off balance. Is everyone plotting against him? But this is Clarke. He lays his hand on top of hers, wrapping his fingers around hers. She smiles up at him, and he suddenly feels like he can’t breathe. He has no idea how or why she has this effect on him.

That’s a lie. He knows exactly why she has this effect. He wants to tell her. It’s on the tip of his tongue, but he bites it back. It’s not the right time. He doesn’t deserve her yet. Maybe never, but he’s got to try to earn that back. Instead he squeezes her hand, getting her attention. “Are you okay?”

He can barely see the faint smile on her face. “Of course.” He arches an eyebrow and Clarke sighs. “No, not really. Not at all.”

Bellamy snorts. “Finally, an honest answer.”

She glares at him but then just sighs again, leaning her head against his shoulder. “It’s hard being the leader,” she whispers.

“Yeah.”

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
Day 29 – dispose

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

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)

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