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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. Read More

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. Read More

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. Read More

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?” Read More

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

Rachel Aseltine R.A. Aseltine is an author and roleplayer living in California with her husband, guinea pig, and five cats.

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