Follow up A month had passed. A month of me looking over my fucking shoulder, waiting for him to come to me again. Secretly longing for it and waking in the middle of the night gasping with that need. It had been quiet in homicide. The usual cases came through, distracting me from the thoughts …
Follow along “I’ve been a bad girl and he’s helping me to be better. I’m learning what it means to be good. It’s sitting up straight, eating my vegetables, and doing everything he tells me to. I am safe–“ The writing is shaky, the letters barely legible at points. I sit it down and glanced …
“May I have a cup of coffee?” He was awful calm for a man covered in blood. The smile he gave was all teeth, chilling me. “Grab him a cup, a small one.” My partner rose from his chair and exited without a word. The click of the door echoed in the silent room. I …
LAST DAY OF NaNo: 1435 words. That’s all folks! – She rose from bed before the alarm sounded, turning it off before it would wake him. His soft breathing, slow and even, and the warmth of his body threatened to lull her back to sleep. She settled for wrapping herself around him for the briefest …
Day 36: 865 words. Prompt was about the why of tasks – “You’re making this harder than it needs to be, kitten.” She slumped down on the couch, the computer hanging precariously on the edge of her leg. Of course she was making it harder than was necessary, but she couldn’t seem to get her …
Day 24: 1100 words – Running. Her long legs pumped hard as she raced through the darkened woods. She barely felt the burn in her thighs and calves, her mind so intent upon making it to safety. The heavy thud of feet trailed her, growing louder even as she put more speed behind her steps. …
Day 21: 800 words. Try to guess the prompt words – She felt decidedly overdressed. Between the excited children, the faint smell of manure, and the varying decibels of animal screams, Laura felt like a painting at… well, at a zoo, frankly. The dress bordered on inappropriate in the way it almost plunged too far …
Day 20: 535 words. – “Geoffroy,” the old woman called as she teetered across the playground. “Geoffroy, come here now, you rascal.” A couple on a bench looked on as the woman made her slow trek by the jungle gym, around the carousel, and under the monkey bars. She looked a little harried, her gray …
Day 20 (actually finished it yesterday): 530 words – Oh God, he didn’t know if he could control himself. He shivered as a fox with large eyes and a bushy tail, one he could run his fingers through, sauntered by him. He wasn’t sure if it was a female or a male fox, but he …
Day 17: 540 words. Spider and Chronicle – “Sanctimus Faniumi.” Warwick waved his hands over the book and watched the words glow. “Prisim Prisemi Protis Protsi.” The words rose, hovered inches from the page before bursting into a million pieces. He blew a big breath over the book and the glitter dissipated. Warwick’s face …