Apricot Excerpt

“How did I get here?”
Her voice still didn’t rise above a whisper. Her voice sounded as pale as Chase looked. Wispy, insubstantial, fragile.
Chase’s lips moved and Iris leaned in close, closer, hoping to hear whatever he kept from her, whatever he held on his tongue. Desperately, he held it but she knew he wanted to share it. She waited. Chase didn’t say it. He averted his gaze. Iris closed her eyes and lifted her head. The heat from the late afternoon sun warmed her, warding off the chill that started deep in the pit of her stomach.
“I was in the atrium,” she tried to explain. Her teeth shook. She felt almost numb from the cold of it. It. Whatever it was.
“I was in the atrium only a few minutes ago. Only a few seconds ago. Chase. Chase…” Her voice shook and rattled. “Chase, please help me.”
“Apricot,” he said.

Memory/Three

NOVEMBER 4: memory

He missed him. Life wasn’t the same without Blue. There were days when he felt close to the end of his rope with him, when he didn’t know how to react to the things he did or said. Those years were long past him, nothing but a distant memory, but they had shaped Raziel into the man he was today. Blue had shaped him into the man he was today.

He missed him. He thought about him all that time he was gone, believing he had died out there. It killed him, his own inaction, his own hand in his demise. And when he discovered he was alive, it killed him that Blue had survived without him. He taught him well, but now he knew Blue was still alive and that there was nothing now between them. They were no longer partners or brothers or whatever it was one would have called them. They were nothing and Raziel had nobody but himself to blame.

He missed him. He shouldn’t have walked away the way he did. Raziel looked down at his own hands. So he was willing to bend his knee to him and beg forgiveness but he… Raziel closed his eyes, wishing he could shut out his own thoughts. They were loud, playing over and over in his mind, from the past, from just recently, there were flashes of images, the sound of his voice, the sound of his own voice saying stupid, foolish things. Raziel turned his head. He missed him but now he was nothing but a memory.


NOVEMBER 5: three

It used to be the three of them. Wiley remembered those days–they seemed like they were a long time ago. There was himself, of course, and then there was little Leelee, his cute little shadow, and lastly, there was Tristan, who acted like he hated Wiley’s guts but was still counted amongst Wiley’s top three people in the camp (because he counted himself, too!).

Now things were different. Tristan just stared at him like he seriously hated his guts now, instead of just playing around (that was how Wiley saw it, anyway) and Leelee skulked and sulked and stared, too. The three was just Wiley. Or… Now it was Wiley and Blue and everybody else was just background noise.

It wasn’t a bad thing, having Blue, though. Wiley just wished he could have been an addition, instead of having to subtract people. He thought pretty much since Blue came around, the three had broken up because Tristan liked Blue and Blue liked Wiley and Leelee like Wiley but Wiley liked Blue. It was a whole head game and Wiley was admittedly not good at head games. Unless he was playing chess with Tristan but that was a whole different thing. Winning against Tristan was funny because Tristan got so mad and indignant. That was probably because he saw Wiley as a thing beneath him but that was okay because Wiley didn’t think the same.

Leelee barely even talked to him or Blue anymore. She really, really didn’t like Blue, which was hardly fair. Just because Blue came here and Wiley liked him didn’t mean everybody should hate him. Leelee hated Blue, Tristan hated Wiley. He wished it could be less dramatic, honestly. He wished they could all chill and just get along.

 

Ambitious

The third day’s challenge, also a day late. Hopefully I can get day four done today… On time. Also, I want to say that YAY, I caught up to my NaNo words for the day (hit 6685, might try for more later tonight.)

NOVEMBER 3: ambitious

He sat in the car, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on his own knee. His eyes were on the street across from him. Rain hit the windshield. The wipers slid over the raindrops, sliding them from one side to the other. There was a lone boy out on the street, probably about eleven or twelve. He was in that awkward, gangly stage where he was just starting to grow out of his childish stage. His eyes were big and dark, his hair plastered to his head.

Myung Dae contemplated stealing him. It would be easy right now. But his mind was elsewhere, on his suddenly ambitious partner.

What went through Byeong Chul’s mind when he decided to go to school in earnest? Myung Dae’s eyes narrowed. It came out of nowhere, the request and despite Myung Dae’s earlier protestations, he finally allowed it. He even funded it but sometimes he wondered if he made the wrong choice. After falling into the trap of trusting him, he had to wonder. Was this how he would escape? After all this time… What he didn’t understand was why now. He had plenty of opportunity to run or tattle at this point and still nothing. Was he trying to drive Myung Dae insane with the wondering of it?

The boy across the street had disappeared. The street was now empty, lonely. Only Myung Dae sat in the rain, under the cover of his car. He turned his head, checking the street behind him before he pulled out of his parking spot. What would Byeong Chul do if he came home with a new boy? Without his aid?

Teeny

Falling behind here a bit… Here’s day 2’s prompt a day late.

NOVEMBER 2: teeny

“I have something to show you,” Adair said over the phone in his cute mischievous voice. Cam eyed the other guys in the studio, a slow grin forming on his face. Most of them were going through the motions of their dance, some were muttering songs under their breath. Cam turned away from them. Something to show him, huh?

“Oh yeah?” He looked at the time on his watch. “How about I come by your place in oh, fifteen?”

“Fifteen! You’re really eager, aren’t you?”

Cam laughed. Of course he was. After years of chasing around the unmovable, it was nice to be wanted back. There might have been some small part of him that was always holding out for Alan. He still had stupid photographs and little things he pilfered from his as a child. They weren’t big things, but they were mementos to remember him by. Did Alan ever notice those things went missing? Even if he did, he probably never would have thought to check Cam’s bottom drawer, underneath his t-shirts. (Not everybody used the old underwear trick.)

“I’ll see you in fifteen, babe,” he pressed. Adair couldn’t expect to call him with that taunt and not have him show up on his doorstep. What could he possibly have to show him? Some kind of new underwear collection? Adair was a model, after all… He could have some kinda kinky outfit. Cam’s eyebrow rose at the thought of it. Not that Adair was ever that kind of model. If anything, he fell into the occupation quite by accident.

“Later guys,” Cam said to the others, not caring whether they wanted him to stay or not.

Standing outside the apartment door at Adair’s place, he was totally expecting him to answer the door half clothed or something. Instead, the door opened just a tiny bit and he could just make out one blue eye staring back at him. Cam leaned forward, inspecting that blue eye.

“You are naked under there!” he said, because he liked being right and he tended to be on the vocal side of being right. He heard Adair laugh, then he moved back and opened the door. Much to Cam’s disappointment, Adair was not in a state of undress, nor was he wearing anything nice and kinky. And then, there it was. It was thrust into his arms, a teeny little cotton ball of a puppy with floppy ears and coal black eyes.

“What?” Cam said, confused as he took it and looked at it. It licked his nose. “A puppy?”

Change of plans!

I have a brand new concept for my novel this year. I’m really excited for this new idea because I think it’s pretty original and has a lot of potential. It was from a wild dream I had last night and I shared most of it with my fiance. He seemed to think it was interesting as well. Obviously, I have to flesh out a few things from the dream version but I think it’s a real winner. Eeek! I can’t wait to see what my family and friends think. <3