#first second third

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[theonewiththewords]

Exciting News!

I just heard back from the competition I entered ages ago, and I got accepted! My short story is going to be published this October as part of an anthology featuring LGBTQ teenaged characters. 

I’m super excited and I can’t wait until I have more info to share!

[theonewiththewords]

I literally got the nicest review letter from the author assigned my piece (a real life professional author read my short story!!!!) and it’s honestly making my night. Like, he has so many nice things to say and he complimented my characters and called them lovable and I just -- I’m so proud of them??? 

Also the only critiques he had were either things I am already working on or basic formatting issues that I haven’t quite grasped yet, so like, yay me

[theonewiththewords]

Submitting a short story to an anthology, so wish me luck! A little bit under the cut :) 

Derek saw Thomas give him a small, hopeful smile. Thomas was wearing a formerly black shirt underneath his worn leather jacket, each fold hanging onto him in a loose grasp. His cheeks were warm with life, eyes gleaming, and Derek realized three things.

First, Thomas didn’t smile enough. When he did it was almost always faint, silent, hidden away. Derek decided he didn’t like that; he wanted to see Thomas smile all the time. There was no reason that Thomas had to treat his smiles like he did his words, a secret to keep among friends.

Second, his hair may have been unkempt but it was clean. Derek had a sudden urge to run his fingers through the black mess, not to untangle it but to just feel it beneath and between his fingers. It looked soft and reflected the light that poured into the living room. Each strange fell off his head and a few hung over his forehead, getting in his eyes. Derek liked Thomas’ eyes; he didn’t want them hidden.

Third, Derek wanted to make Thomas happy and safe and comfortable. To wrap him up in hugs and casual affection that made John’s eyes roll and Alexa squeal. Above all else, Derek wanted Thomas to know that he was loved, that he had never and could never disappoint anyone.

In short, Derek was utterly screwed.

[femme-enby]

New chapter for First Impressions, Second Chances, Third Shift

https://archiveofourown.org/works/67627751/chapters/212015051

Oopsies forgot to let y’all know

It’s… a lot of dialogue I feel like? But also it felt like about time we got a lil chatty

[kitewrites-blog]

If you feel awkward starting paragraphs with firstly, secondly etc. consider the following expressions as suitable equivalents.

Initially OR to start with (less formal) = first(ly)

Then / next / after that / afterwards = later

In addition / additionally = second(ly)

Furthermore / moreover OR what's more (less formal) = third(ly)

In conclusion / lastly OR in the end (less formal)= finally

     - source

[willowrosenbergwinchester]

Need a beta

Finally working on the sequel to First Second Third seen as I have edited the original. And I need a beta/someone to bounce ideas off. Let me know if you are interested. 

[willowrosenbergwinchester]

Snippet from my sequel to First, Second, Third.

Read First, Second, Third here. 

This is a little snippet of the sequel I am working on. Enjoy. 

She was in backwater Arkansas a stun gun strapped to her hip and a stake up her sleeve. She did things solo now; Joshua hidden away at the coven in England. Wesley would have called her a Rogue demon hunter, but now she just went by Red, in memory of the long dead Vampire who had called her that.  Sunnydale was gone, and six months after LA fell to dragons and demons Cleveland followed suite.  She had been in England at the time, blocked by the PTB in teleporting to her friends aid. Everyone was gone now. Except Giles; but he was busy drinking himself into an early grave.  She was still alive for some reason. Maybe it was to care for her son. There had been whisperings about the demon world of a child both of the red witch and the righteous man. That they would stand against The Darkness with their son and bring about a new Eden.

But Dean was dead. Torn apart by hellhounds. And Willow was alone. Always alone. So after Sam had gone on a path to vengeance killing every demon in his path she retreated into her own world of research to get the man she loved back. After nearly a year she started to give up home. Ignored the whispers from the underworld about her precious child and took a page out of Sam's book. Never straying too dark; she knew her limitations after all, but still she hunted down every lowlife under dweller who might have information on how to rescue someone from hell.  But she only ever received one answer. Angels.