Sep 192017
 

VOTE FOR REDWOOD CROSSING ON TOP WEB FICTION

Zinnia Trotter recognized those masks, and it was mainly for that reason that she shoved Ellie against the nearest street lamp. Fortunately, in the chaos of everything, no one took notice of her being rough with the heiress. And doubly fortunately, Sunflower misinterpreted it as a “crash into Ellie and pin her in place” game.

“What the hell? That hurt!” She pushed Sunflower away. “What’d you do that for?”

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Sep 122017
 

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Although things between them were far from perfect, Ellie Navarette took comfort in the direction they were headed. She and Shreya weren’t doomed. As long as she could trust Shreya’s earnest blues, Ellie could still fix everything. It’d take plenty of work, but she was ready for it.

Yeah, we always knew this would be difficult. We’re just going back to square one and upping the difficulty level some more, Ellie thought. Her steps slowed, causing her to trail behind Zinnia and Marietta on their walk back to Stockbrunn. Sunflower stayed near her, taking any and all opportunities to not-so-subtly brush against her arm. Her dog’s whining was only placated by brief hand holding, her excitement preventing her from being restrained for longer than that.

Ellie had ground to make up with her friends, that much was clear. Zinnia, in particular, had gotten the brunt of her piss-poor attitude. If angels were real, then Zinnia must have been one of them. Who else but a divine being could put up with that much ick?

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Jul 042017
 

Happy 4th of July! The holiday means my unexpected and unplanned hiatus continues… 🙁

Don’t forget you can subscribe to get an e-mail alert when the latest chapter is up.

Also, two things –

  1. I can’t update the sidebar…and I don’t know why, haha. Bear with me.
  2. Does anyone know any good mosquito bite remedies, because this hydrocortizone isn’t cutting it? 🙁
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Jun 272017
 

Hey…

I’m sorry. I’ve been feeling very burnt out. But I started writing a bonus chapter thing for fun to get back into the swing of things. I think a combination of me moving & me coming off of a big project at work has done me in. I’ll have the bonus thing up tomorrow. Hopefully we can get back to our usual schedule by next week.

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Jun 132017
 

VOTE FOR REDWOOD CROSSING ON TOP WEB FICTION

She didn’t immediately return home after her reunion with Ellie. Shreya took her time, stopping by a forest pond and splashing water on her face to renew her clarity.

As much as she was reluctant to admit it, she recognized the points in Ellie’s arguments. It wasn’t like Shreya had much of a reason to disagree with her assessments. If her death would lead to protecting the greater community, then the Elders would offer her head on a pike.

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Jun 062017
 

VOTE FOR REDWOOD CROSSING ON TOP WEB FICTION

While she should have been rejoicing, it was difficult for Shreya to do so in the face of everything. After her moment with Ellie was finished, she’d be heading back to her home and, eventually, to the foxes’ mercy. The Elders hadn’t fully decided on what they’d do with her, but Shreya knew in her heart that they’d sacrifice her to save the rest.

Time was fleeting. There were still words that needed to be said.

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May 232017
 

VOTE FOR REDWOOD CROSSING ON TOP WEB FICTION

Was hate to blame for the thrumming in her chest? Was it hate that drove her to pull her closer until there was nary a space between them? Had it not been for their clothes, she was sure Shreya would feel her heartbeat. The pain that had once been accompanied by its thudding had lifted, a familiar warmth filling her.

You hate her, Elspeth reminded herself. She’d intended her proof to be shown in a single decisive kiss, but her greed and loneliness had reared up in tandem. She wanted to ride the spark she finally felt. So be it if her enemy was at the core of it.

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May 162017
 

VOTE FOR REDWOOD CROSSING ON TOP WEB FICTION

The thought of playing dead crossed her mind. She imagined the look of horror on everybody’s faces when they finally opened the trunk to discover she’d ran out of oxygen. That was why on the journey over to the woods, she didn’t fuss or kick against the trunk. Elspeth played as a silent, although seemingly willing, passenger.

There were ample opportunities in which she could’ve screamed to be let out. For whatever reason, Zinnia and Sunflower had cut a path through the town. Elspeth had to listen to the going-ons of the passerbys on the street. None of them had any awareness of their errors being kidnapped. The whole thing was comical, really, and she would’ve laughed if she didn’t care about being discovered.

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May 092017
 

She didn’t care when her mother told her off about the social, nor did she care when her mother hugged her for making an effort to connect. When she talked to her aunt, the same thing happened. An un-feeling. Disinterest steeped in the emptiness of her hollow chamber.

At first, it vexed her. Shouldn’t a kiss, a dance, a minor bit of flirtation drum up something in her? Had her violet-colored heart drained of its color? Girls that should’ve made her weak at the knees did nothing for her. They were pretty, in a detached, clinical sense. Objectively pretty, objectively meeting her standards, but, subjectively, they lacked hooks.

No intrigue. Nothing to invite her curiosity. They turned out to be bland; every last one of them had been a waste of her time. Elspeth deserved better than that. She needed someone who could ignite something in her, someone who could burn a fire so hot that its smoke would overtake everything else.

Someone normal, someone who wasn’t her mortal enemy.

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Apr 252017
 

VOTE FOR RWC ON TOP WEB FICTION

Shreya held hands with her bruises, her fingers slotting over the empty spaces between them. Her arms had been grabbed harder than she realized. A warning, perhaps, for what would happen to her if she told anyone about what she and the others had done to those rabbits.

The marked skin tinted an unsightly shade. It burned to the touch, the pain radiating outwards and inwards.

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