Not your same ol' love story

I have a friend who has asked me a few times to start participating in Six Sentence Sunday, but I always seem to forget.  In my defense, Sundays at my house tend to be a bit crazy.  However, since I’m not a glutton for punishment and have no desire to partcipate in NaNo, I thought now would be a good time to suck it up and start with the other I’ve long promised to do.

Today, you get two bonuses.  The first is from my original work, Bleeding Again.  It stars a bartender named Ella - a young woman on her own, lonely, and a bit clumsy.  Her life changes irrevocably one night after mistaking her own flesh for that belonging to a lime.   

These next six sentences are from the prologue:

This was how it all began, after all.

It’s true, it all started with a simple little cut, with being in the wrong place at the very worst possible time. He reached for the drawer closest to him, tugging it open, and pulling out a box of Band-Aids he’d stashed there the last time she’d tried to amputate a finger. Bracing her arm against his side, feeling the warmth of her body seep into his skin, he liberated a single slip from the box. Peeling the wrapper from it, he wrapped the bandage around her finger, thinking back to that night.

It seemed like it had been forever ago…

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And since I’m feeling generous (or cruel, your choice), the following six sentences are from a piece of fan fiction I hope to write as well.  It’s tentatively titled Bitter as Blood.

I've known he was a vampire for eighteen months. For six of those months, ever since that night back in March, I’ve been his donor. He needed me, and I was there for him.

He'd promised me it would be just that one time that he was hungry, desperate.

But he liked it too much. Liked me too much.

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So, there you have it.  Two sets of six sentences, both very rough and needing of editing.  Comments?  Questions?  Rotten tomatoes? 

I see his face and it stops me in my tracks.  Those sultry blue eyes framed by golden lashes.  My heart skips a beat and suddenly I realize that he’s no longer mine.  That he’s moved on and is loving someone new.  She moves into his embrace and one slender arm wraps around his waist, pulling him near.  Possessive.

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Okay, so I was digging around looking for a particular story this morning, one I had been meaning to look over and give a rewrite to when I came across a very short short that I'd forgotten about.  I thought that, hmm, this would be fun to post and get some reaction to.  So I logged in and found this as a writer's block prompt from LJ:

If you could cast one type of magic spell, which would you choose, and why?

And okay, so I know you don't understand why I find it so amusing yet... but read on, my friends, read on...

(This following bit of insanity was inspired by a prompt from Seventh Sanctum's random spell generator) 

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Note: This is a very personal piece for me.  My best friend had a bad marriage.  Her husband left before their child was ever born, I believe, and if not, not very long after the baby arrived (it’s been 11 years, I forget, so sue me).  That poor child has this huge hole in her heart that he left and she can’t find a way to fill it without finding him.  I wish I could hug her and tell her that she’s so much better off, but I don’t think she would understand, and that’s a good thing, trust me, that not knowing things can be much worse.  Sometimes, it’s better when the Daddies don’t stay.  Just don’t ask me how I know.

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