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aldersprigDay 20 of 30 days of Fiction: "20) Write a scene with the opening line “I hate you; I just want you to know that.”
(Days 18 & 19 are waiting onkc_obrien to wake up)
Fae Apoc, Addergoole, year Nine, new characters. Fae Apoc's landing page is here (Lj Link); Addergoole is here.
“I hate you; I just want you to know that!” She shouted the last words as she headed for his bedroom door. Somewhere, she could go somewhere and get away, think for a while, get away from his smug smiling face for a while.
“Sit down,” he said, without so much as a frown or a raised voice. Unwillingly, without any choice at all in the matter, she sat, her ass thumping on the squishy carpet.
“I hate you,” she muttered, scooting towards her escape on her ass. Unhurried, he walked past her and leaned against the door.
“And Friday you thought I was such a nice guy,” he teased.
“That was before yesterday,” she retorted. She wasn’t getting out that way, and the underground room had no other exit; she stopped moving. “I hate you.”
“You’ll get over it in time. At least enough to see that you made the right choice.”
He was so damn self-assured. He had seemed like the best choice, when he and his friends had been bullying her in the hallway Saturday night. “Just pick one of us and it will stop,” they’d kept saying. When the short one with the fangs bit her, she’d made her choice. Now, now she didn’t want anything to do with him, and she was stuck. At least she could still hate him.
“You can’t change the way I feel!” Could he?
“Actually, I could.” He sank down to the floor, so he ws only towering over her by a foot or so. “I could order you to love me. But I won’t.”
He sounded as if he thought he was being so very generous. “Thank you,” she muttered. “I still hate you.”
“That’s okay,” he replied, the smile finally gone. “I understand.”
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(Days 18 & 19 are waiting on
kc_obrien to wake up)Fae Apoc, Addergoole, year Nine, new characters. Fae Apoc's landing page is here (Lj Link); Addergoole is here.
“I hate you; I just want you to know that!” She shouted the last words as she headed for his bedroom door. Somewhere, she could go somewhere and get away, think for a while, get away from his smug smiling face for a while.
“Sit down,” he said, without so much as a frown or a raised voice. Unwillingly, without any choice at all in the matter, she sat, her ass thumping on the squishy carpet.
“I hate you,” she muttered, scooting towards her escape on her ass. Unhurried, he walked past her and leaned against the door.
“And Friday you thought I was such a nice guy,” he teased.
“That was before yesterday,” she retorted. She wasn’t getting out that way, and the underground room had no other exit; she stopped moving. “I hate you.”
“You’ll get over it in time. At least enough to see that you made the right choice.”
He was so damn self-assured. He had seemed like the best choice, when he and his friends had been bullying her in the hallway Saturday night. “Just pick one of us and it will stop,” they’d kept saying. When the short one with the fangs bit her, she’d made her choice. Now, now she didn’t want anything to do with him, and she was stuck. At least she could still hate him.
“You can’t change the way I feel!” Could he?
“Actually, I could.” He sank down to the floor, so he ws only towering over her by a foot or so. “I could order you to love me. But I won’t.”
He sounded as if he thought he was being so very generous. “Thank you,” she muttered. “I still hate you.”
“That’s okay,” he replied, the smile finally gone. “I understand.”
My current fund-raising goals:
art for two upcoming e-books, and bedroom carpet for our new-house-to-be.
Donating gets you access to special donor-only posts! Every $4 gets you one month of access.
