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WIP UPDATE!!
Title: A Million Traces of You
Chapters written: 3
Current page count: 35
Summary:
Sarah Benson had a plan. Maybe it wasn’t hers, wasn’t exactly what she wanted for herself, but it made her parents happy. Everything in place, all as it should be. But everything changed one night when she meets Caleb.
Caleb Riggs had everything figured out. His future, his major. His entire life. He was supposed to graduate and leave his dark past behind, for his own sake. But when some old friends come calling and he walks right into Sarah’s life, he wonders how much of himself he’s willing to lose to keep her.
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Title: A Million Traces of You
Protagonist: Sarah Benson, Caleb Riggs
Genre: Contemporary
Status: Planning
Summary:
Sarah Benson had a plan. Maybe it wasn’t hers, wasn’t exactly what she wanted for herself, but it made her parents happy. Everything in place, all as it should be. But everything changed one night when she meets Caleb.
Caleb Riggs had everything figured out. His future, his major. His entire life. He was supposed to graduate and leave his dark past behind, for his own sake. But when some old friends come calling and he walks right into Sarah’s life, he wonders how much of himself he’s willing to lose to keep her.
The Aftertaste of Scott Murphy
‘I am made of fleeting moments and Ganja,’ she whispered to herself as she turned her teary eyes to the horizon, cigarette dangling in one hand. How long had she been shaking? Was it from the pain or the cold? She didn’t feel cold anymore; but someone once told her that wasn’t a good sign. She was too far gone to remember who. Or maybe she still saw his face every time she closed her eyes, and her weed was lying to her again.
His shirt still covered her back, warm like the arms she thought she would wake up in forever. But he had other plans. Other girls. Another life. They always had another life. And maybe that wasn’t what she wanted to think of as she paced back and forth on that balcony, listening to the constant honking and screech of tires below. But she kept seeing his face, even when he wasn’t there. In the mirror. Outside the window of her truck, begging her back to that bar on the other side of town, the one with the chicken no one ever ordered and the bouncer who smiled at her. The one that played the same five songs over and over, all night long. With boys that slipped roaches in your whiskey sour the second they told you they loved you.
If she was in her right mind, she would light those memories up, watch them burn like the wildfire that was her life, that town she’d fled, that car her daddy bought her that might as well have killed her when it had the chance. She would cling to that sliver of sanity like she needed it to survive. But that would mean erasing him from her past, her present. Her future. Eradicating his fingertips memorizing every dip and curve of her body, running her all over town, all through her head until she might as well just lose her mind.
His words come back to her when the sun peeks through her blinds in the morning, or when she goes to the corner-store and sees their old clique strutting through each aisle, everyone ignoring her existence like she wishes she could ignore theirs. Like she wishes she could pack up every memory into a cardboard box and set it ablaze. But she can still smell the sweetness of his skin, remember every inch of family’s house and the turns he took the night he took her down to the water, when another girl was still on his mind. Before waiting for midnights. Before Sundays. Before identical shirts lined their backs and it wasn’t on purpose.
‘You’re so beautiful.’
‘One day, I’ll leave her and we can be together.’
‘Oh… I don’t actually like you like that. I just… I just like hanging out together.’
‘Come closer.’
‘Let me know you.’
‘One day, I’ll bring you home. So they can know you, too.’
One lie heaped onto another until he was drowning in them. Wasn’t that what he was best at? The game, the thrill of letting his prize of the day think they might finally turn into something? But it only hurt the girls in the long run. He’d built that armor so tight around his soul that it made him almost impenetrable, cold. Heartless. A shell of a man (because everyone knew he was never a man to begin with) wandering from city to city, trying to find another yearning soul to drown in the hope that one day, he’ll say those three words. But he won’t. He can’t. He doesn’t know how.
WIP UPDATE!
Title: The Regal Warfare
Chapters written: 45 out of 45
Current page count: 509 pages
COMPLETED!!
Summary:
Something evil comes to Rumehra. Christian is forced into a dangerous mission yet again when a mysterious presence is detected and his wife vanishes, just like he did. Before he knows it, he’s thrown into another battle for survival, another race against the clock as he does his best to navigate his new powers and keep his family from falling apart again. But what if this is a different enemy, threatening to upend the Fioras’ kingdom, burning their legacy to the ground? As Christian and his family work on this mission, he’s confronted with secrets, allies, and enemies. Coming to terms with his new powers and his growing bond with his twin sister, the king needs all hands on deck.
Tallulah knew her father had enemies, but how was she supposed to know they dwelled so close to home? How is she going to escape, survive, without his guidance? Using what Ipa taught her, the queen does her best to navigate through unknown territory alone, learning whatever she can to aid her people until aid can come for her.
When Christian discovers contradicting news about his family, he needs his agency’s help to determine their next steps. But what if he never gets his queen back? How is he supposed to complete this next mission without her by his side?
I'm writing the end of G4 today what the actual fuck
WIP UPDATE
Title: The Regal Warfare
Chapters written: 40 out of 45
Current page count: 455 pages
I'M ALMOST DONE WHAT
Summary:
Something evil comes to Rumehra. Christian is forced into a dangerous mission yet again when a mysterious presence is detected and his wife vanishes, just like he did. Before he knows it, he’s thrown into another battle for survival, another race against the clock as he does his best to navigate his new powers and keep his family from falling apart again. But what if this is a different enemy, threatening to upend the Fioras’ kingdom, burning their legacy to the ground? As Christian and his family work on this mission, he’s confronted with secrets, allies, and enemies. Coming to terms with his new powers and his growing bond with his twin sister, the king needs all hands on deck.
Tallulah knew her father had enemies, but how was she supposed to know they dwelled so close to home? How is she going to escape, survive, without his guidance? Using what Ipa taught her, the queen does her best to navigate through unknown territory alone, learning whatever she can to aid her people until aid can come for her.
When Christian discovers contradicting news about his family, he needs his agency’s help to determine their next steps. But what if he never gets his queen back? How is he supposed to complete this next mission without her by his side?
I remember how he looked the first time we kissed, the smell of vanilla that he always splashed on his skin because he didn’t feel like dropping sixty bucks on cologne. The delicate way he would run his fingers through my hair before he pulled it. I understood those things; they made sense. Just like the sixteen steps that led up to our place, that one place that everyone else flocked to for other reasons but no one really knew about. The place where I could trace my finger over his lips and remember (wonder?) what it really felt like to be loved. But I also remember the emptiness I was left with when it was over, when I realized that it was all a game and I was never going to get anything close to what we had—with anyone—ever again.
My parents used to say that that sort of heartbreak, the kind that leaves you hoping for a happy ending that never comes, is supposed to teach you something. But all I learned from this was how not to trust, that maybe I wasn’t supposed to fall for boys that smiled at me, that treated me with respect. Because all of that could end in the blink of an eye, for a reason that doesn’t even make sense.
And maybe I can’t love anyone the way that I loved him again, because my heart is trying to protect me from that gut-wrenching pain, the kind that swallows you whole and presses your soul to the ground. The kind that shatters your soul over and over again, until all that’s left to do is disappear. Maybe he reminded me that I might never get my happy ending. But maybe, just maybe, I never really deserved one, anyway.
oops my hero's nightmares just changed and they have a habit of coming true
I can't wait for Carter to see the Guardians' headquarters for the first time....
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Honestly? My main piece of advice for writing well-rounded characters is to make them a little bit lame. No real living person is 100% cool and suave 100% of the time. Everyone's a little awkward sometimes, or gets too excited about something goofy, or has a silly fear, or laughs about stupid things. Being a bit of a loser is an incurable part of the human condition. Utilize that in your writing.
I love writing characters that have specific quirks or tics. Especially ones with anxiety, because "write what you know".
WIP UPDATE
Title: The Regal Warfare
Chapters written: 32 out of 45
Current page count: 394 pages
Summary:
Something evil comes to Rumehra. Christian is forced into a dangerous mission yet again when a mysterious presence is detected and his wife vanishes, just like he did. Before he knows it, he’s thrown into another battle for survival, another race against the clock as he does his best to navigate his new powers and keep his family from falling apart again. But what if this is a different enemy, threatening to upend the Fioras’ kingdom, burning their legacy to the ground? As Christian and his family work on this mission, he’s confronted with secrets, allies, and enemies. Coming to terms with his new powers and his growing bond with his twin sister, the king needs all hands on deck.
Tallulah knew her father had enemies, but how was she supposed to know they dwelled so close to home? How is she going to escape, survive, without his guidance? Using what Ipa taught her, the queen does her best to navigate through unknown territory alone, learning whatever she can to aid her people until aid can come for her.
When Christian discovers contradicting news about his family, he needs his agency’s help to determine their next steps. But what if he never gets his queen back? How is he supposed to complete this next mission without her by his side?
I exist between midnights, creeping through the shadows… always waiting for the next bolt of inspiration to strike. But what if this is it?