A Follow-Up Snippet

I intended to write something else to share with you today, but you know how it goes.  "The best laid plans of mice and men often go astray."  Still, I wanted to post something so I wouldn't feel like a complete failure.  Then I remembered several people who read my scene from the More Than Just a Kiss Blogfest said they wanted to see more.  Well, I do in fact have more.  This is only a small portion of what I have written, but this is going to be a part of a much larger story, and I don't want to give away everything that happens!

If you didn't read my scene from the blogfest, click HERE to read it first.  Both scenes added together are still pretty short, so it won't take long.

I hope you enjoy!  Feel free to let me know what you think!

“How could you?  You know how I feel about her!  You’re supposed to be my best friend!” David raked a hand roughly through his black hair.  In the afternoon light, his hair shone, revealing subtle shades of other colors. 

Of course, Mitchell took note of that little detail to avoid looking him in the eye.  He couldn’t stand to face the sense of betrayal he knew he would see in them.  “I am . . .” he muttered lamely.  For a reason he knew all too well but could never say aloud, his eyes were now glued to the ground before his feet.  “I don’t know what to say.  I’m sorry.”

“That’s it?” David demanded incredulously.  “Do you think that makes it feel better?  You never showed any interest in her before.  Everyone else drools over her, but I never imagined I would have to worry about you stabbing me in the back!”

Mitchell’s heart quickened again, his eyes snapping back to David’s face.  His friend was too close to the truth.  Can he possibly know?  Or even suspect?  I’ve been so careful . . .

The inspection of David’s features did nothing to reveal how much he may or may not know about Mitchell’s motivations.  All he could see was the anger.

In his quest to protect himself, he’d ruined everything.

“I never meant to hurt you,” Mitchell whispered.

“Well, you did.  I hope it was worth it,” David muttered bitterly.  Then he turned abruptly on his heel and stalked off.

Mitchell stared helplessly at his retreating back, his pathetic reply playing silently over and over again in his mind.  But it wasn’t.  It really wasn’t.

Celebrate the Small Things-September 20, 2013

It's Friday, and once again it's time to Celebrate the Small Things with VikLit!

Overall, it's been a good week.  We had a mild illness go through our house last weekend, and Jude missed school on Monday because of it.  Still, it wasn't all that bad, and we were all back on our feet in no time.

Once again, I got some good writing done this week.  That's always worth celebrating.

I walked walked to pick up Jude from preschool today, with my two year old in tow.  On our way back, we got a great view of a thunderstorm rolling in.  Nature truly is beautiful and awe-inspiring.  We also desperately needed the rain here, so I won't complain about the damp afternoon.

I also found out that I am the first place winner of the More Than Just a Kiss Blogfest!  YAY!  I can't begin to tell you how great it feels to have your writing recognized like this.  Especially when the judges are such talented writers!  If you haven't read my kissing scene, you can find it HERE.  You can also  look HERE to see a listing of all the other wonderful winners.

All in all, the week ended strong and has left me feeling good as we go into the weekend.  It doesn't get much better than that.

What would you like to celebrate?

More Than Just a Kiss Blogfest

I'm here to post my entry in the fantastic More Than Just a Kiss Blogfest. This blogfest is hosted by Christine Rains and Cecilia Robert, who are a couple of amazing bloggers if you ask me!  (Not that you did ask me, but I thought I'd offer my opinion anyway.)

The rules are simple:

1. Sign up on the linky list and post the badge on your blog.

2. On one of the days of the week of September 9th, post a kissing scene on your blog. It can be either fiction or non-fiction.

3. Please do not exceed 250 words.

4. This is a blogfest, so visit the other participants and have fun!

And there are prizes!  Be sure to check out either Christine or Cecilia's blog to see what those prizes are.  Personally, I think the prizes rock!  (There I am, offering up unsolicited opinions again.  I just can't help myself!)

Here's my scene.  I felt like going for an awkward kiss.  We all know they exist, right?  Not every kiss can sweep you off your feet, after all.

Mitchell watched in bewilderment as Celia closed her eyes and leaned in.  Her blonde eyelashes fluttered rapidly against the pale skin of her cheeks, and he wondered if it was due to nervousness.  He hoped so, because his own fifteen-year-old heart was threatening to hammer out of his chest and slam into the far wall.

Her nerves, of course, bore little resemblance to his own.

Clamping his eyelids shut, he waited.  Moments later, the warm, slightly chapped skin of her lips made contact.  When she moved her mouth against his, he awkwardly attempted to mimic her, his hands held rigidly against his sides.  Her tongue darted out and trailed along his bottom lip, leaving a line of moisture behind.

First kisses were supposed to trigger butterflies.  Sparks were supposed to fly.  Yet he felt nothing but mechanical and out of place.

Most of the boys in school would have endured any humiliation to get a chance to kiss Celia Prendergast.  His best friend David numbered among them.

David.  Thinking of him triggered an ache deep in Mitchell’s chest.  Raven hair, sparkling emerald eyes, the way the corner of his mouth quirked up when he smiled . . .

But David couldn’t know.  Mitchell couldn’t imagine facing the world if anyone knew.  So he went through with the kiss he didn’t want, hoping no one would suspect the truth. 

When Celia pulled away, he hesitantly opened his eyes, hoping he wouldn’t see a burgeoning knowledge of his secret scrawled across her face.