2 months later “You want me to fight you?” Matthew asked incredulously, one brow raised in disbelief. He was sitting on a bench in the training center, watching Sable run for the last half-hour. This was becoming her routine. By now, all the agents were aware of what she was, and many were not thrilled. Every day her mood was becoming worse and he noticed some lapses in her judgment. Advertisements
A low growl rumbled out of the abnormally large black dog laying at the entrance of the laboratory. George’s eyes lingered at the mutt, and he had half a mind to kick the damn thing, but if he were being honest with himself, it creeped him out. Its heated gold eyes met his cold gray ones. He always got the feeling that there was more to the canine than the crazy doctor admitted. In fact, he was almost certain it was a shifter. It was just as unnerving as the man’s wife. She was a frigid bitch. She spoke very little but once she did it was to cut you deeply.
I didn’t sign up for this shit. Matthew sat on a chair, his head leaning backward, hanging over the edge of his seat. He signed up to kill shifters, not babysit one.
The cage door screeched as it opened, and Marissa wondered if it was her fear that had heightened the sound. While it struggled to completely open, she dashed across the room. The last thing she wanted was to be trapped against the door when whatever was behind those bars came out. She needed room to run and think. At the end of the exceedingly long corridor, the room split off and dim lights came on. Left and right were her only options. She darted to the left and saw another opening on her right. She skidded into it and paused. The next room was a straight path but there were openings on both sides of the walls. She counted 6 on both sides. God, she hoped she wasn’t in a maze.
Marissa’s gaze shifted slightly, wondering if it was still too late to dive out the window and make a run for it. Maybe Melanie was bluffing and the drop wouldn’t kill her. And if she was some supernatural creature surely, she’d be fine. The hairs on her neck were standing. The room was dead silent. They were waiting for her to give her answer. Though she was focused on her escape, she was also very aware of the men’s bodies. They were prepared to shoot her at the slightest suspicious movement. She did not like her odds at all right now. Even if she could use the window, she’d probably be riddled with bullets before she could jump out.
Marissa tilted her head as she regarded the stranger standing across the room. The dark-skinned woman looked exhausted, and there were dark circles under her brown eyes. Her jet-black hair was cut short and hidden under an equally dark cap. The woman held her hands to her mouth, her face covered in shock and concern.
Sehjada jumped from her mattress, her hair wild and damp like her bedsheets from her sweat. She palmed her face, breathing erratically. From the space between her fingers she could see the image of Marissa. Her best friend’s bloody face stared back at her with dead eyes and she screamed. She swung her hand at her sheets then swung her feet off the bed, tripping over her slippers as she tried to escape. At the last minute, she managed to grab onto her dresser before she could hit the thing. Then, she collapsed on the floor. Her body shook and she wrapped her arms around herself. Every night for the past two months she went through this. The guilt of aiding in the death of her best friend had consumed her. She had no idea how to stop it either. She was sure she would have been fine. Marissa was a monster. She had to die. They all had to die. “Why won’t you leave me alone?” She held her head with both hands and …
I am stuck AGAIN. I was actually working on chapter 20 of “A Feral Affair” when I just couldn’t figure out how to get it done. It’s ridiculous considering that I’m already four pages in, and I finished an important part of the chapter (that I have no idea where to place). There’s also the issue of clearing up some unanswered plot elements that I almost forgot about because I’m absent minded like that. I think I just need a moment to sit down and, well, think and then maybe I can come up with something concrete. The reason I say that having writer’s block is ridiculous is because I write for a living. I spend hours writing daily as a journalist. I basically pen essays as a source of income, yet I can’t get one measly chapter to come together. It’s driving me insane honestly. That aside, I’m also working on branding myself better. I used to just throw things together as I went along, but that’s not a good look. I’ve been putting …
It’s been about a month since I wrote the last chapter of “A Feral Affair.” I don’t really have an excuse. I am a procrastinator at heart and because of who I am as a person I cannot even say when I will begin to write the rest of it. The plan is to start putting it all together over the weekend. To be fairly honest, this is the most active I have been with posting the chapters seeing as it usually takes me about a year or so tops to even get one out. We won’t talk about the three year long hiatus I was on either. Dark period of time that was. Oh what a time it was. We shant talk about it the same way we won’t talk about the year that shall not be named (The one between 2015 and 2017). But it’s not as though I don’t know where I am going. I already started writing the chapter, but it’s a bit difficult to get the exact direction I want …
I cannot sing but I STAY singing in the car; Whole concert and thing. Panic! At the Disco “I write sins not tragedies” has a special place in my heart forever. So I did a whole vlog on my trip to Queen Louise Home for Children and some random car thoughts. And again Chapter 19 of my Web Novel “A feral Affair” is out. Do your girl a favor and read, share, comment. Much thanks!! Website:LocalLadyMedia.Com Twitter: Local Lady Media IG: LocalLadyMedia Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/LocalLadyMedia/ Location: St. Croix, Virgin Islands Follow my blog with Bloglovin