Another NaNo bit from A Handful of Wishes. Zeke’s wife has just left him, and the genie can’t make her come back.
“What’s the point of having a genie if you won’t do what I say? You’re worthless. Worse than worthless.” Zeke laughed, drank from the bottle in his hand. “You get my hopes up, then destroy them with your list of rules. Maybe it would be better to just wish you away.”
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NaNoWriMo has started and I’m working my way through the novel I started last year, A Handful of Wishes, so let’s grab a chunk from it.
The premise is that for every wish there’s a consequence, and sometimes those consequences are bad. Kill-other-people bad.
“I wish they’d stop throwing paper at me,” Zeke muttered under his breath, then froze. It had been roughly four years since he’d uttered those words, four long years that he’d tried to forget about the genie, about what his wishes had done. He didn’t have the bottle with him though. Didn’t even know where it was; probably in a box in the attic with the rest of the things from his parents’ apartment. He was safe this time, right?
“I didn’t mean it,” he whispered.
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Another bit from The Lone Wolf. This is Andrew, age six, talking to a police officer about the Greater Good.
“Most people are just trying to serve that greater good, aren’t they, sir?” I asked, thinking about what he’d said.
“I think you’re right. God made people mostly good but sometimes they do the wrong thing. They might be scared, or not thinking, and you just gotta remember, no matter how bad things get, we all got our reasons.”
“Even the bad guys?”
“Even the bad guys.”
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Another bit with Kasey and Andrew, from towards the end of The Lone Wolf.
I stared at him, growing annoyed. There were a million things I wanted to tell him, but he was the one who needed to go first tonight, not me. He was the fickle one, not me.
I hated him right now, hated him for everything he’d put me through, for rejecting me, for leading me on and using me, for taking advantage of what I’d offered him without a thought towards how I felt. But at the same time I loved him more than I could possibly express, knew I was his no matter what he did or said, knew that he only had to say the word and I’d do anything he asked of me.
“Damn you, Andrew.”
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Another Lone Wolf excerpt. Kasey and Andrew again, in a scene my beta readers forced me to write, for which I’m glad – the story needed it.
“Andrew,” I whispered, “I–”
He cupped my face with his hand and kissed me, silencing me as his tongue brushed against mine. His other hand found the small of my back and pushed my body towards his.
“Andrew,” I tried again.
“Don’t talk,” he murmured between kisses, “and don’t think. Just feel.”
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I’m elbow deep in edits of it right now, so let’s go for another Lone Wolf excerpt from a scene with Andrew and Kasey.
“You don’t need me, Kasey, and you never did.”
“Why do you keep saying that to me? Do you think if you say it enough, it’ll make it true? If you say it enough, do you think it’ll make me give up on you? Because if it were possible to let go of you, I would’ve done it months ago. No matter how hard I try to forget about you, to not think about you, I always have this small voice whispering to me to have faith that you’ll come back to me.”
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I’m not doing so well with these, am I.
“Where do we stand, you and me?” I asked, heart pounding, hoping he didn’t notice how nervous I was to hear his response. “I annoy you a lot, I know, and you ignore me half the time. Should I just stop trying?”
“Trying to what?” he asked, looking down at me again. “What is it you want?”
What did I want?
Kasey and Andrew in a scene halfway through The Lone Wolf.
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I’d gotten a letter shortly after we got over here. I didn’t save it; no need because it always read the same. Always the same thing with my girls, every deployment. I’d get back to civilian life, find a good one that maybe someday I could settle down with, raise a family with, and then I’d find myself shipping out. I’d get over here and shortly after get a letter saying she “has needs” and I’m not meeting them, it’s been nice but fuck you she’s gonna find someone else. It was enough to make anyone swear off relationships altogether.
Andrew age 34, from The Lone Wolf.
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Although it had been years since they’d talked, decades, that didn’t mean that Corinne didn’t hover in the back of Will’s consciousness every day. Especially since his wife’s death three years ago. He’d meant to call her, had heard she was widowed. But he was busy with life, with moving on. So was she, he’d assumed. And now she was sick.
From “Carpe Diem,” which was published in The Journal of Microliterature not too long ago.
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Small town Mississippi life wasn’t the best in the world. I was stuck in a little shit hole town with jack nothing to do. Ain’t no jobs here but people stayed because their family was here, and family was everything when you ain’t got nothing, even when you hated them. All us kids growing up here knew life wasn’t gonna be that great. Sure you could try to get that American dream of a nice car, a girl you loved who loved you back and kids and a dog, a decent house and a job that paid the bills. But it was hard to come by.
Andrew age 17, from The Lone Wolf.
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