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Day 1, cutiesonthehorizon, 1430 words
Date: 2018-06-01 06:14 pm (UTC)Re: Day 1, cutiesonthehorizon, 1430 words
Date: 2018-06-02 02:28 am (UTC)Re: Day 1, cutiesonthehorizon, 1430 words
From:Re: Day 1, cutiesonthehorizon, 1430 words
From:Day 1, cinelitchick, 1302 words
Date: 2018-06-02 02:52 am (UTC)Today's sample:
Tomas Ortega had been living with visions for half of his life. In the beginning, he believed them to be nightmares. He would wake up in the dark of his bedroom in Chicago short of breath and eyes wide. There was never any screaming to alert his abuela or his sister, Olivia. Once he realized he was safe at home, he would lay back down and fall asleep. This had been happening for several months; since right before his mother died. They weren’t connected: his visions and his mother’s death. He knew this. He didn’t know how he knew this. He just did.
Gradually, they started happening at other times. He found himself in places he never had been watching as people with black orbs for eyes would talk to him about things for which he had no concept. Tomas never told another soul about the things he saw. Olivia was suspicious; he never could hide anything from her. However, he hid this. So well did he play his part, she stopped looking at him with concern and started teasing him like before. It was the first time he had ever successfully lied to anyone. That was the moment he learned to compartmentalize. It was then the first room of his memory palace was born. He immediately made a room for his mother. Soon, he added another for his sister.
Re: Day 1, cinelitchick, 1302 words
Date: 2018-06-02 12:40 pm (UTC)Gradually, they started happening at other times. He found himself in places he never had been watching as people with black orbs for eyes would talk to him about things for which he had no concept. Tomas never told another soul about the things he saw.
Love this part:) I'm sure you'll easily find a way to connect the past with the present, and yay for a nice first day word count!
Re: Day 1, cinelitchick, 1302 words
From:Day 1, ide_cyan, 204 words
Date: 2018-06-02 03:59 am (UTC)Re: Day 1, ide_cyan, 204 words
Date: 2018-06-02 12:40 pm (UTC)Re: Day 1, ide_cyan, 204 words
From:Before June, Eva, 3600 words
Date: 2018-06-02 10:53 am (UTC)Here's a little sample:
The current silence is to be expected in a place such as this, and the only noise is the cracking of the damaged tiles under his feet as he crosses the distance separating him from the center of the empty church.
The smell of incense and candles soon reaches his nose, and he notices there are too many of them burning. It feels like a mocking, a cynical reminder of all the prayers that remain unanswered; that lose themselves somewhere along the way between the believer’s lips and God’s ear.
When Tomas finally reaches the altar, the bells suddenly start to ring; the sound manifestation of the cries of a man in mourning, or the start of the long-awaited trial of Tomas’ heart. He doesn’t know.
“You look like a lost lamb, luv,” a familiar voice rises up from behind him, which echo suddenly grips Tomas’ heart and refuses to let go. “Isn’t that ironic, considering churches used to be your playground?”
Re: Before June, Eva, 3600 words
Date: 2018-06-02 12:41 pm (UTC)Re: Before June, Eva, 3600 words
From:Re: Before June, Eva, 3600 words
From:Day 2. cutiesonthehorizon, 1179 words
Date: 2018-06-02 07:27 pm (UTC)Re: Day 2. cutiesonthehorizon, 1179 words
Date: 2018-06-02 11:39 pm (UTC)Day One and Two, vshendria, 1500 words
Date: 2018-06-02 11:58 pm (UTC)Re: Day One and Two, vshendria, 1500 words
Date: 2018-06-03 03:01 am (UTC)Re: Day One and Two, vshendria, 1500 words
From:Day 2, cinelitchick, 1325 words
Date: 2018-06-03 03:06 am (UTC)Today's sample:
“Shall I get you another refill?” Tomas asked, breaking the spell. He was referring to Marcus’ empty glass.
“You spoil me. Yes, please.”
Tomas’ smile turned into a devilish grin before he walked back into the house with both of their empty Pilsner glasses.
Marcus stretched out his long form; his legs extended before him, crossed at the ankles, and his head tipped back to look at the inky blue-black sky. After a few minutes, he sighed.
“What is it?” Tomas had returned with their beverages refreshed.
“I don’t know,” Marcus admitted. “It’s just so … nice.”
“Que?”
He lolled his head towards Tomas, who had placed both of their glasses on the table and sat back down. “This. Everything the past few weeks.” He paused. “Well, almost everything.”
“Bennett and Amelia.”
Marcus didn’t respond. Instead he drank from his glass and let his head roll back once more as he returned to his skygazing.
Re: Day 2, cinelitchick, 1325 words
Date: 2018-06-03 08:27 pm (UTC)Re: Day 2, cinelitchick, 1325 words
From:Day 2, ide_cyan, 17 words
Date: 2018-06-03 07:21 am (UTC)Re: Day 2, ide_cyan, 17 words
Date: 2018-06-03 08:28 pm (UTC)Re: Day 2, ide_cyan, 17 words
From:Re: Day 2, ide_cyan, 17 words
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From:Day 3, cutiesonthehorizon, 1110 words
Date: 2018-06-03 08:22 pm (UTC)Re: Day 3, cutiesonthehorizon, 1110 words
Date: 2018-06-04 03:14 am (UTC)Day 3, cinelitchick, 818 words
Date: 2018-06-04 03:25 am (UTC)Today's sample:
Amelia put down her cup; her eyes narrowed. “What’s this about?”
Rose shrugged, not looking at the person sitting next to her as she popped a piece of cinnamon chip muffin into her mouth. Eventually, her eyes met Amelia’s and she exhaled. “I feel guilty, okay? Like I’m the reason for your bust up with Marcus. Ugh. I hate that feel this way. It’s so stupid.”
“Hey!” Amelia took her hand. “That had nothing to do with you and everything to do with the path he’s currently on. You were collateral damage though. I’m sorry about that. Don’t hate how you feel. Whatever you’re feeling is valid.” She considered her friend. “Are we okay?”
Rose was surprised. “We’re fine. How are you doing, by the way? I hate to bring it up, but since I’m your only friend now I feel it’s my duty.” She had a rueful grin on her lips.
“Bitch.” Amelia was wearing a similar grin. “I’m mourning, to be honest. I haven’t given up on him completely. I’m so angry at him right now yet I can’t stop fighting for him. Bennett feels the same. He’s lost himself.”
“That man does not deserve you,” Rose said with a shake of her head. “He hasn’t lost himself, he’s just crawled so far up Tomas’ ass he can’t be bothered. I hate to say it, but I think you need to hear it.”
Amelia tore off a piece of her banana nut muffin and chewed on it longer than was necessary.
Re: Day 3, cinelitchick, 818 words
Date: 2018-06-05 07:30 pm (UTC)Re: Day 3, cinelitchick, 818 words
From:Day 3, ide_cyan, 41 words
Date: 2018-06-04 04:50 am (UTC)Re: Day 3, ide_cyan, 41 words
Date: 2018-06-05 07:27 pm (UTC)Day 3, vshendria 660 words
Date: 2018-06-04 11:18 am (UTC)Re: Day 3, vshendria 660 words
Date: 2018-06-05 07:27 pm (UTC)Day 4, cinelitchick, 1009 words
Date: 2018-06-05 03:18 am (UTC)Today's sample (this was harder to pick out than I thought; this exchange between Mouse and Bennett is the least spoilery):
“Uh oh. Has someone had a dressing down in the principal’s office?”
“No.”
“Conspiracy got you down?”
He shot her a side glance. “Someone’s chipper.”
“It doesn’t invalidate your sense of doom though.”
“Thank you. I appreciate that.”
She suppressed a laugh into a bright smile, barely trapping it within. Seeing how burdened he felt, she put a hand on his shoulder. “Wanna walk?”
Part of him just wanted to sit on the bench and mope, but he couldn’t bare the thought of actually doing it. So he nodded.
Re: Day 4, cinelitchick, 1009 words
Date: 2018-06-05 07:27 pm (UTC)Re: Day 4, cinelitchick, 1009 words
From:Days 4 and 5, vshendria, hours of editing
Date: 2018-06-05 06:03 pm (UTC)Re: Days 4 and 5, vshendria, hours of editing
Date: 2018-06-05 07:25 pm (UTC)Re: Days 4 and 5, vshendria, hours of editing
From:Day 4 and 5, cutiesonthehorizon, 1040 words
Date: 2018-06-05 07:22 pm (UTC)Re: Day 4 and 5, cutiesonthehorizon, 1040 words
Date: 2018-06-06 04:14 am (UTC)Day 5, cinelitchick, 1824 words
Date: 2018-06-06 04:21 am (UTC)Today's sample:
Tomas was in his office as he finished writing notes in his journal on his final patient of the day when he was struck by a vision. There were woods. A house gradually came into view. It was night; a full moon hung high in the sky. He heard a scream. A familiar face was covered in blood. He could barely stand. He came out of it almost as quickly as he had entered.
“Marcus.”
He doesn’t know the location of what he saw. The only thing he knew was something was coming for them. For Marcus. Tomas’ face became dark as if storm clouds had rolled in. Nothing would take his friend away from him. May God have mercy on whatever attempted such a reckless act because he would offer none. He had heard whispers of what the demons called him. They only feared one man.
The Chesapeake Ripper would wreak his vengeance should any attack against Marcus occur. He would take great delight in exorcising every demon that crossed his path.
As it said in Hebrews 10:30, “For we know him who said, ‘It is mine to avenge; I will repay,’ and again, ‘The Lord will judge his people.’”
God had nothing on Tomas Ortega.
Day 6, cinelitchick, 1855 words
Date: 2018-06-07 04:04 am (UTC)Today's sample is a small part of the only portion of this sequence that is not a spoiler:
When they caught up with the two cooks, Harper was standing behind the island near the stove. Tomas was walking her through what he had done to ready the birds. The day before he had prepared the ducks with a marinade of star anise, caraway seeds and orange juice. Once the ducks had marinated in the refrigerator for eight hours, he had removed them from the marinade, patted them dry inside and out, and discarded the marinade. Next, he arranged the ducks so they sat on a rack over a roasting pan. He, then, returned them to the refrigerator for another twenty-four hours, only recently removing them two hours prior. The birds had been in the oven roasting for the past hour-and-a-half.
“He’s really good with her,” [redacted] whispered to Marcus as they sat together on the sofa in the corner of the kitchen.
Marcus winked at her with a smile on his face.
Days 4-6, ide_cyan, 0 words
Date: 2018-06-07 09:23 am (UTC)Last night (a few hours ago) Jeremy Slater announced on Twitter that the show likely wasn't going to be picked up by any streaming service. The actors have been released from their contracts. End of the road.
I'm just so sad about that.
Guess I'll really need to get writing to fill that void, but I'm grieving for this show all over again.
Re: Days 4-6, ide_cyan, 0 words
Date: 2018-06-08 04:10 am (UTC)Day 6, cutiesonthehorizon, 1690 words
Date: 2018-06-07 08:34 pm (UTC)Re: Day 6, cutiesonthehorizon, 1690 words
Date: 2018-06-08 04:05 am (UTC)Day 7, cutiesonthehorizon, 2730 words
Date: 2018-06-07 08:35 pm (UTC)Re: Day 7, cutiesonthehorizon, 2730 words
Date: 2018-06-08 04:08 am (UTC)NEXT WEEK ADOPT AU RETURNS!!!!! Nope. I'm not excited. AT. ALL.
Re: Day 7, cutiesonthehorizon, 2730 words
From:Re: Day 7, cutiesonthehorizon, 2730 words
From:Day 7, cinelitchick, 1151 words
Date: 2018-06-08 04:14 am (UTC)Today's sample:
The Salesman could sense he was losing him. He couldn’t afford for him to pussy out now. “Kill *him*,” he jabbed at the photo, “and you weaken The Ripper enough to end him. Unless you would rather he live long enough to reunite you with your brother.”
Randall gave him an icy stare. Would anyone really miss this pissant if he were to die right here, right now? He doubted it. This douche was just another worker bee trying to get with the queen by making a name for himself. Then again, why shouldn’t he get the credit? “Well, when you put it like that ….” Randall returned the photo and closed the envelope. “When?”
“I want Marcus Keane dead within thirty-six hours.”
The young man gave a curt nod. “Consider it done.” He turned and walked back the way he came.
Re: Day 7, cinelitchick, 1151 words
Date: 2018-06-10 04:36 pm (UTC)Re: Day 7, cinelitchick, 1151 words
From:Day 8, Eva / Tall-Skinny-Scottish, around 800 words
Date: 2018-06-08 02:16 pm (UTC)Here, have an excerpt from the first chapter <3 :
After having been slowly driven to a dreamless sleep by the sounds of the low-volumed television nearby and intercoms calling out codes and directions, a lullaby that smells of aseptic and bleach, Marcus wakes up to the approaching sound of crutches tapping against the ground at regular intervals, growing in intensity with each passing second.
The few hours of sleep he got didn’t really help, as they’ve spent the last few days in a constant state of exhaustion and pain. They almost died, and spending a few more days worried sick to his stomach, slouched in the most uncomfortable hospital chair he’s ever been in isn’t going to bring him anything but soreness; certainly not rest.
Lifting his head up, Marcus gets a glimpse of Tomas making his way towards him as best as he can, Mouse following closely behind. His left leg is enveloped in a white cast, and the edge of a bandage can be seen peaking out of his shirt, undoubtedly wrapped around his torso. His beautiful face wasn’t spared either, and one bandage is carefully protecting a nasty wound against his right temple.
Re: Day 8, Eva / Tall-Skinny-Scottish, around 800 words
Date: 2018-06-10 04:39 pm (UTC)Day 8, cinelitchick, 1164 words
Date: 2018-06-08 11:52 pm (UTC)Today's sample:
Tomas had spent a delightful evening enjoying a performance of Georges Bizet’s Carmen by the Baltimore Concert Opera. It had been ages since he seen it performed live and it did not disappoint. He had never thought much of opera until he was in college; a professor of his had encouraged him to give it a chance after a class discussion. It was the best suggestion he had ever received. Tomas fell for the form immediately and was able to see a performance of Pietro Mascagni’s Cavalleria Rusticana at a steep student discount. Since then he collected a number of operas on vinyl, playing them often. Now he walked through his home and noticed the double doors to the dining room were ajar. This was not how he had left them. He entered the room to find a body laid out on his table and Marcus at the far end, standing next to the other set of double doors that led outside with his arms crossed over his chest. There was a smattering of blood splattered on his clothes. He was calm, serene even. Tomas liked this scene very much; his curiosity was peaked.
Re: Day 8, cinelitchick, 1164 words
Date: 2018-06-10 04:42 pm (UTC)Bwahaha... looks like Randall met an early end :D Though I expected it to be Tomas who takes care of him, but this is nice as well :)
Re: Day 8, cinelitchick, 1164 words
From:Day 9, cinelitchick, 893 words
Date: 2018-06-10 03:44 am (UTC)Today's sample:
He had watched and read the news coverage obsessively. No one knew who had committed such a heinous act. The only person who had come close was the blogger for Bloodhound. She had theorized only someone with an axe to grind — perhaps the loved one of one of his victims? — could be responsible since the victim in this case had a wrap sheet as long as he had been for crimes such as robbery, grand theft and grand theft auto. Nothing about murder. Just as well. If Sarah had been his first, the authorities would be banging on his door. No one came. No one cared.
Re: Day 9, cinelitchick, 893 words
Date: 2018-06-10 04:44 pm (UTC)Re: Day 9, cinelitchick, 893 words
From:Day 8-10, cutiesonthehorizon, 1000 words
Date: 2018-06-10 04:33 pm (UTC)Re: Day 8-10, cutiesonthehorizon, 1000 words
Date: 2018-06-11 04:02 am (UTC)