Today I'm sharing from my (unpublished) young adult paranormal romance Running From Shadows!
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Greta Shore (a 17-year-old, black-haired wiccan beauty) and Paxton
"Pax" Craig (an 18-year-old, blond-haired college student with a dark
secret) as they discover the fate of their forbidden love.
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(Read last week's post. Set-up) Greta runs away from her surprise engagement party through the woods. Pax saves her from a shadow demon. Oh, and he's a unicorn!
Back at Pax's cabin, Greta and Pax talk. He tells her that the shadow has fed on her emotions. And that it's definitely someone she knows. And she must under no circumstance confront it because it will kill her. And don't get emotional about anything! >.< Pax takes Greta home. Now, her mother tells her Reed Clarkwell--Greta's shrink--suggested the marriage contract. She's gotta stay calm per Pax, and all she can do it lay in bed and THINK about it. This is too much! Que Greta making a mad dash for freedom to avoid her mom...not fast enough.
Back at Pax's cabin, Greta and Pax talk. He tells her that the shadow has fed on her emotions. And that it's definitely someone she knows. And she must under no circumstance confront it because it will kill her. And don't get emotional about anything! >.< Pax takes Greta home. Now, her mother tells her Reed Clarkwell--Greta's shrink--suggested the marriage contract. She's gotta stay calm per Pax, and all she can do it lay in bed and THINK about it. This is too much! Que Greta making a mad dash for freedom to avoid her mom...not fast enough.
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| Cover Art by Danielle Fine |
Grammatical liberties were taken :)
“Hun, we need to talk.” Mom poured herself a glass of orange juice and I watched surreptitiously as she counted out her pills...Three today; not a good sign. Of course, the tranquilizers were nothing new but she’d been steadily increasing the dose since October.
“There’s nothing to talk about, Mom. Yesterday didn’t happen.” I rocked back and forth on the balls of my feet. Mom stared at me like I’d plucked her last nerve. Swishing her OJ around, she rolled the bottom of the glass in a circular pattern on the countertop.
Tune in next week for more angsty spooky goodness!
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What a situation for her. Poignant eight written so well.
ReplyDeleteIn all your snippets for this story, you do a great job showing us this family's dynamics. Well done!
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Three tranqullizers with breakfast? Not a good sign.
ReplyDeleteOrange juice and pills? Uh oh, not good....interesting dynamics in this household. Always enjoy the continuing snippets from the story....
ReplyDeleteSo real, so visual. The orange juice glass going round. That upped the tension. Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteI'm guessing momma's got a lot more to say...this conversation isn't over yet.
ReplyDeleteWait...witches, demons AND unicorns? I like it! :D
ReplyDeleteRocked on the balls of her feet added to the picture so well. She wants to run but mom needs more. Good eight.
ReplyDeleteStay calm when everything in her life is one big upset??? Easier said than done.
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