The purest intentions are my downfall.
Sadness swallows me as I realize you don’t care if I succeed.
I thought you were my friend but I was just a burden.
Something you kept around just in case you needed it.
After all these years,
I’m still broken.
#TeaserTues Vested In Her Excerpt from Chapter One.
Haven Johnson bounced across the cracked linoleum floor to answer the call of the beeping oven, her tight tank top and short shorts doing little to cover her as she bounded around. Bending, she retrieved the surprise she baked for her childhood friends who were all crowded around a small, wobbly-legged table in her parents’ kitchen.
A man whistled behind her, but she ignored him. Gas was one guy she had no desire to be friends with, but him and Chrome were a package deal. Continue reading
A Hair’s Breath
I found a piece of you today, a tiny wisp of nothing that made me cry.
Funny how our grief never leaves us.
It lurks just below the surface, waiting to wrap its cold fingers around our throat.
Now I sit here strangled and rendered immobile by a tiny wisp of nothing.
I love you, isn’t that enough?
You are my favorite bad habit.
They buried my heart with you.
My crazy’s trying to spill out.
My truth fell on death’s ears.
Why would you deny my happiness?
What is the point? My happiness.
Going to bed smelling like you.
#TeaserTues Vested In Her Except for your reading enjoyment.
I have reworked this story since I originally wrote it during Camp Nano July. Let’s say I remember doing three edits on it since then. That’s a lot in two months. It’s off at my editor now she’s scheduled to look at it next month. Wish me luck!
- A read through to write up my index cards on characters and settings. Worked on tense, added missing words, looked for the wrong word being used, looked for plot holes, and worked on flow.
- Added more character and setting depth. Worked on tense.
- A read through to write up my index cards on story. Worked on anything that popped up.
Haven bounced across the cracked linoleum floor to answer the call of the beeping oven. She retrieved the surprise she had baked for her friends who were all crowded around a small wobbly legged table in her parent’s kitchen.
“Haven, that smells like heaven. You’re going to make some guy a great old lady one day.” Chrome said.
His older brother Gas smiled, his nut-brown eyes flickered menacingly and he laughed. “We all know that won’t be you, Chrome.”
The other guys around the table burst into laughter.
Chrome lowered his bright red mop that he had in common with his brother, the only thing he had in common with his brother, and stuttered to himself. The sea green eyed, Chrome was the more sensitive of the two. He gave riding lessons to townies down at the bike shop. He was the only one willing to. Gas was a mechanic there and ruthlessly prodded him about helping them. Continue reading