"Fuck, man, don't shoot." I put my trembling hands up in surrender and a futile attempt to Force Push Johnny and his stupid gun out of my face. I'd been shot enough lately. Johnny's gun hand trembled, and he fidgeted like he might explode if he
Novelvember Is Here! It's November aka National Novel Writing Month. So guess what I'm doing! Youuu guessed it (probably)! I'm working on In Lieu of Underwear, a Vampire Story this month. I've been posting chapters monthly and therefore writing them monthly...And that's a long time in between story bits for me so I can only… Continue reading Behind the Scenes: ILU, Lai’s Theme Song, NaNoWriMo
"The best way to get what you want out of someone is to do whatever they want," Matthew whispered to me. I didn't realize at the time that Matthew was bestowing upon me his biggest secret.
I know this Satórday post is coming to you late, and it's not a new chapter of In Lieu of Underwear. I had intended it to be, but I'm here to tell you why it's not. When I started In Lieu of Underwear, I made the impulsive decision to turn it into a novel that… Continue reading Behind the Scenes: In Lieu of Underwear Through the Macro Lens AKA: What the Hell Is the Genre??
My eyes fell to Matthew's fingers pressing in the lock. I had never heard the tumblers of a lock fall into place with such clarity before, but this time, while Matthew stood between me and the only way out, it happened in slow motion, louder than anything I had ever heard.
When I finally looked at his face again, his eyes moved over the sleeves of my hospital gown. I didn't offer an explanation... Continue reading
I fell quiet for most of the ride in the car, my teeth clenched while I watched out the window for signs of where I was being taken. I was pissed. I was just trying to live my fucking life, and now here I was in a goddamn hospital gown in the backseat of a cop car with no clue where I was being taken. Oh, and the best part? Matthew wanted to kill me... Continue reading
I thought drinking a vampire's blood would be more intimate, but Matthew had made the whole thing transactional. I stood on the other side of the island from him while I watched him ooze his own blood into a glass from a slice on his palm.
Watching him fill the glass had become a normal thing at that point. I wasn't a vampire—yet—but I was well on my way after drinking Matthew's blood before every meal for a month.
I spaced out on the bloody knife nearby until... Continue reading