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i totally didnt write a “fanfic” of my own unreleased book a week ago and then forgot about it until now.. anyhoo if youre interested in a random story heres the link 👍🏼

This is on my side blog, and it is from my WIP. Enjoy!!!

Excerpt #1

This is an excerpt from my WIP. I'm not close to finishing it, but I'm in love with it. This is one of my favorite scenes I've written.

The characters are:

Erin: the narrator. Spitfire. Doesn't like being told what to do.

Damian: her team lead. Raised rich and is seen in the news as a playboy.

Hazel: Damian’s right hand. Has super speed.

Drake: the shape shifter of the group

There are many others, but those are the ones important for this scene.

Enjoy!!!

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"Don’t you dare go easy on me.” Damian said pointing at me.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

We circled each other. He stepped forward aiming for my ribs. I jumped to the side and aimed for his chin. My fist made contact pushing him to the side.

“You’re not angry today.” He said holding his jaw.

I glared at him. He jumped forward fast, and his fist connected with my side. I stepped to the right and brought my fist towards his stomach. He caught my wrist and held it tight.

“I like it better when you fight angry.”

I tried pulling my fist from his grip. No luck.

“There usually isn’t this much talking during a fight." I paused. "I heard you almost took Drake’s head off. Why are you so angry?”

He pulled me closer to him until we were inches from each other. “He couldn’t have fought me. I needed someone who could.”

I pushed away from him. He kept ahold of my wrist. “You didn’t answer my question. Why are you so angry?”

He let my wrist go. I stepped back raising my fists. He looked me up and down. He swung at me. I grabbed his wrist and punched him in his stomach. He staggered back.

“No one has talked to me the way you did last night.” He said softly.

I glared at him. “So you’re pissed at me?”

He lowered his fists. “I just need you to do what I say. I’m your leader. Is that so hard to understand?”

I huffed and crossed my arms. “No, it’s not, but you’re not doing it right.”

He glared at me. “Why do you think that you can say something like that to me?”

“Because you’re my group leader, and a good leader would listen to their members. Is that so hard to understand?” I mimicked his voice.

He stepped towards me. I glared at him and stepped towards him. A blur rushed past me. Hazel appeared between us.

She had her hands up pushing both of us back. “OK. OK. Let’s take a deep breath. I think you guys need a break.”

I huffed and turned to the elevator. I pressed the button.

“Hey street rat, try listening next time.”

I turned fast. Damian had crossed his arms and was staring daggers at me. Hazel was looking between us. I started walking towards him.

“Listen here you ass…”

A blur came towards me and swept me off my feet. I closed my eyes. When I opened them, I was sitting on the floor of the elevator. Hazel was pacing back and forth.

“Well that went well.” I said standing and folding my arms.

She stopped and looked at me. She let out a long breath. “Why can’t you guys just get along?”

“Because he’s wrong and I’m sure you know that too.”

She sighed. “Its not my job to tell him if he’s wrong.”

“Yes it is. You’re his right hand. It’s in your job description.”

The elevator dinged.

Fallen

No…ok so listen *massages forehead* For the last time. I didn't “fall” in love. This was a premeditated attack!

I was tripped because let me tell you…I DiDnT fALl wILliNgLy!

This was not my fault! Don't you understand the gravity of this situation?!

Just came up with my new motto for life:

*puts on my crocs and pulls my hair up into a messy ponytail, eyes narrowed determinedly while holding onto my favorite stuffed animal for emotional support*

Alright buttnuggets, I’m doing this ugly and scared and there’s nothing you can do to stop me

Desert of Viridescence

I walk among the sands of a foreign desert unable to exchange words with my thoughts. I had been travelling with my two siblings but we got split when looking for water to bring into our bodies. My dark skin is dusted with pale sand as I continue to walk, I cannot see any vegetation in the distance beside the pale green cacti and the desert roses. I go well into the night hours searching for euphoria, somewhere where I can finally rest. This goes on for the next couple of days. I cannot stop, I must keep...

I awaken to the gentle sound of rushing water among rocks and the crackling of wood. The gentle buzz of fireflies and the occasional hoot of a distant owl. I slowly open my eyes to see stars among them are lush green trees that I can just barely see in the darkness of the night.

"Noir."

A single word makes me sit upright. My eyes bless me with the sight of my older brother, Ryan. His skin is clean, freshly dressed in linen. "VAMPY!" I hear another voice scream. Wood drops to the ground as I feel my younger brother wrap me in an embrace.

My Euphoria...I found it.

I got a bit bored I hope you don't mind me doing your prompt @newworldswritingclub