Going Dark Thursday Throw Out

Hi all,


It's Thursday and I am delivering you a throw out.


Recently, I released an article explaining my mental health issues. I credited the cyber world for helping me keep it together. It is true that there was a band aid, for a while. However, I have come to realize, brainwashing myself into thinking anyone lives outside their own little world is nonsense. Therefore, I am "going dark". I shall continue to post throw outs, but that may be all anyone sees of me for a while. I need to work on my writing. Perhaps, in the process, get my own shit together. I know few people actually read this blog, so if you see this, you have my regards.


On to the throw out


Scarred 2




After Brayden chased his mother out of Eli and Garrett’s engagement party, he has been doing everything he could to make it up to me. I was never angry about it, but he thought that bolting before I could answer was the worst mistake he had ever made. When he came back, visually flustered by the conversation with his mom, he did not ask for my answer. I did not think anything of it because I had already put the ring on, and was wearing it the rest of the night. When we returned to his townhome later that evening, he started to apologize profusely for his misstep. I simply shut him up with a kiss that lingered through the rest of the weekend.


The song stops, but we continue to sway, lost in our own little bubble. I am fully immersed in the strong capable arms of the man I love. Brayden hums to himself and the vibrations make the back of my neck sing against his chest. I find myself wondering how much longer we have to wait before it is socially acceptable to go up to our cabin.


Brayden’s Blackberry vibrates in his pocket yet again and I give him an annoyed glance over my shoulder. He smiles at me, kissing my forehead, ignoring the interruption. Satisfied with his response I twist to face him, stretching up on my toes to kiss him. He pulls me in closer and claims my lips, causing them to tingle under the pressure. I sigh when the microphone screams to life on the stage nearby. Brayden leaves me breathless as we turn toward the stage.
*****
Hope you continue to visit.
All my love
Star

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Downward spiral throw out.

A word of advice. Never become a writer. Why? Well, I will tell you. Eventually, you start to believe your own bullshit.  Delude yourself into seeing things that aren't there. You are convinced at first that situations are innocent, then your friends say they are not, and you believe them. Just trust your instincts. Fairy tales are just that. Never going to happen. Especially not to me. So I open my mouth, loaded with misconceived information, that I didn't want to believe to begin with, and now I am pretty sure I fucked something up that could have pretty awesome. Ugg, I should be used to this by now, but I guess it never gets easier. I have deleted two posts this week, which I never do. I over stepped, caught up in a moment of irrationality, that I should have been smart enough to avoid. My apologies world, for not being better than my illness. Not this time. -------->BATSHIT
Read more

With a little help from my friends Thursday throw out

So I was given a some constructive criticism from a beta who's opinion I value greatly. She was not a fan of my original prologue for one of my books. I redid it with the suggestions she gave me. After several drafts, trying out different concepts, I finally had something I thought was acceptable. Unfortunately, I am still in love with my first idea. This is where you come in! Tonight I am posting both prologues for said book. I want to put it to a vote. If you could please read both versions posted below. Then, either leave the coinciding letter in the comments below or on the Facebook post that brought you to this page. You may also leave any comments or critique you may have below. The comments are not published unless I approve them, so if you would rather them not be visible please specify. Here We GO!!!!! A Two years prior             I climb into the limousine that the funeral home provides for the grieving fami...
Read more

Every picture tells a story

So I have had time to process the suggestions given by my Beta and I have now organized them in such a way the my brain can process. 1. revamp prologue it sucks..well at least reword and add to it 2. Decide weather or not you want to take out things that personalize it to me...how much of myself do i want to leave on paper. 3. re-evaluate the refrences 4. it needs more muchness 5. suck it up..you can do this So here I sit staring at the picture that my daughter drew me, the back of which, where the first words of muse were laid out on paper.  It took me only a few seconds for this picture to inspire my story. Maybe if i stare at it long enough it will tell me how to proceed.
Read more