Six Sentence Sunday

(I was going to write something new just for this, but I’m lazy.  And I barely have anything written for my story update, so I’ll just post that.  This is my version of Delly.  She’s sassy.  I like her.  I like writing her because she’s basically me when she talks.)

“Okay, seriously, I’m going to need a calendar of your menstrual cycle,” Delly says, peering out from behind my locker door.

 “What?” I reply, perplexed.  I pack my Chemistry book into my bookbag and slam the door shut, rotating the dial of the combination lock out of habit.

Delly leans on the locker beside mine and crosses her arms.  “Well, since you and Peeta seem to get into some dumb fight just about once a month,  I figure PMS must be the only logical explanation.  So I just need to know when I can expect to wear myself thin trying to be a friend to both of you separately.”

Six Sentence Sunday

Dang, I never have anything good written on sundays.  But I’ll post anyway.


“Dude, let me show you how it’s done,” he says, nudging Peeta aside, and takes Johanna’s face in his hands, gently bringing her lips to his.  Her shocked expression melts away and her body goes limp in his arms.  A couple seconds later, Finnick pulls himself away and turns back to Peeta. “There.  Like that.  What’s so hard about kissing a beautiful woman?”

“Yeah, whatever, Finnick,” Peeta replies with unmasked annoyance.  “I get it.  You want to kiss everybody.  What’s the count today? Cressida, Katniss, Johanna…”

And before anyone could possibly predict what would happen next, Finnick’s mouth is on Peeta’s, effectively shutting him up.

Wait. Why is Finnick kissing Peeta?

Six Sentence Sunday

Haven’t written anything good lately.  So I’m reaching into an old one-shot I had started and abandoned.

I had been moping around the house for months on this self-inflicted house arrest, trying to find some ways to just wither away until I ceased to exist, but I’m glad Greasy Sae finally convinced me to go out to the woods.  I guess I feared coming here because I knew the effect it had on me.  I’m suddenly feeling more alive than I have in months and I don’t know if I want to feel alive.  My beloved woods can’t erase everything – it’s never been able to bring my father back. It can’t bring Prim back, or Cinna, Finnick, or anyone else that gave his life for my sake, and I don’t even expect Gale or Peeta to miraculously appear from behind the giant oak.  This place where I had always gone to be alone is now the only place where I feel okay with the solitude.

Six Sentence Sunday (preview of Ch 9: The Morning After)

Even though most of my poor readers aren’t even on Tumblr (I think), I’ve been leaving them all hanging on a cliff for months. I probably only have 25 sentences written altogether on this stinkin’ chapter, but here is the first snippet.  Make of it what you will.


“I’m so sorry,” I whisper into his chest, feeling the reassuring thump of each heartbeat against my cheek.  “I feel like this is all my fault.”

Silence follows save for the steady beeping of the monitors.  My mind is racing with thoughts and wishes and pleas for him to be all right.  Despite my mother’s previous explanations about concussions, hematomas, and fractures – terms I didn’t understand – I am still extremely paranoid over the severity of his condition.

“You’re too hard on yourself,” Peeta says to me, breaking me from my silent, internal prayers. 


“How are you doing?” he asks. 

I look at him quizzically.  “I’m not the one lying in a hospital bed.”

Fan Fiction Appreciated

Y’know… I’m actually really ok with not being recognized for FFAW.  I really mean that.  I’m pretty new to writing in this fandom and even I don’t feel like my writing is quite up to par with the amazing works I’ve read.  But I’m really enjoying seeing the love that’s been going around and it’s brought attention to more great fics I can’t wait to read soon.  :)

That said, I’ve been majorly lagging on my story.  I haven’t updated in almost a month.  My readers have been sending me kind, polite nudges via PM.  I realized that I’ve been overlooking all these wonderful little notes of appreciation.  So to reward the readers who have stuck by my stories and validate my work every week, I finally finished up Chapter 7 for The Morning After.  And thank you, to anyone who might be on Tumblr, for your encouragement and cheerleading!  

(I’m just giving it one more read-through and I’ll post the update when the kid takes a nap!)

Six Sentence Sunday

Well, since the chapter I’m working on for The Morning After is hardly even six sentences long (at least not more than six sentences I’m proud of), here’s a quickie I drew up of another fic idea I have that I’d like to start when I finish TMA.  I’m not good at juggling.


“Are you sure your mother is on her way to pick you up, Prim?” Peeta asks.

Prim, trying her best not to let her voice waiver so as not to worry her teacher, answers, “Yes, Mr. Mellark, I’m sure she’s on her way right now.  She must have just gotten caught up at the diner.”

The two wait another ten minutes before a frenzied, disheveled brunette comes stumbling up the walkway, still wearing her stained apron and plastic name tag, her loose braid swinging wildly behind her back.  

“There she is!” Prim shouts excitedly as Peeta stands with his mouth agape, marveling at the young woman who, despite her tired eyes and overworked hands, hardly looked older than him at 22 – certainly not old enough to be the mother of one of this third grade students.

That’s your mom?”

New followers?

So in the past couple days I’ve been getting a lot more alerts/favorites to my current story The Morning After (the sequel to Under the Setting Sun) from users I don’t recognize.  I can only attribute the trend to the fact that I started a Tumblr a couple days ago and posted my latest update.  I love the traffic, but… have any of these new readers read the prequel?  It’s kinda important.