Yeah, today I was on time. Well, if there haven’t been any hiccups with the scheduling. I actually wrote this post on Wednesday and told my blog to post it now. I hope it works.
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I decided to post an excerpt from a WIP that is related to my current main WIP. My main WIP is Scrambled: Collecting Strings -Melker Frost. This excerpt is from Scrambled: Collecting Strings -Kiriya Hargrave. The novellas/novelettes take place during the same point in time, but the first POV is different.
He smelled like the air after a thunderstorm, like freshly baked bread, like food when you’re starved, like a barbecue with friends. He smelled like home. I jammed my shaking hands into my pockets, I needed a cigarette.
I sent him a glare, stalked over to the closest free room and slammed the door behind me. I leaned against the door, pulling the phone out of my pocket I speed-dialed my mom. My hands were still shaking, I couldn’t will them to stop.
“Yes?” my mother asked from the other side of the line, she knew it was me.
“Mom, I can’t stay here, please don’t make me stay here, I-” I couldn’t tell her why. “I need more tobacco.”