A free to read post I made about crazy ass, connected nightmares that I probably will turn into a short story or a novel! Give it a look if it suits your fancy and let me known what you think!

I’m Not Dead

I just vanished into the wilds for a really long time.  So to catch you up!

Aaaaand that's pretty much it! You’re all caught up!  If I manage to get enough supporters on my Ko-fi, I will post unedited chapters of my fanfics for the supporters so they can see it as it evolves, but those who can’t support on Ko-fi can read the final, polished versions on Wattpad And FF>Net. 

They were in the living room, Grayson stretched out across the couch, saxophone in hand and playing random notes or small sections of songs he knew when Melodi asked, “Why did you pick up the sax?” Gray stopped playing and looked over at her, one brow raised in question. “You’re really good, was just wondering why?”  “When I was still in school, they made us choose an instrument to learn.” He answered with a shrug.  “Yeah but...why saxophone?” “It’s not a douche-bag, wanna-be instrument.”  “A what?” Melodi laughed, leaning on the coffee table.  “Well, when a guy decides to learn sometimes like..guitar, it’s because he wants to get girls attention...like a douche-bag.”  “Okay, why not piano?”  “Wanna-be-rich-boy,” Gray replied, shifting his shoulders until he was comfortable again. “Plus, I like the way it sounds.” He played a few notes, pleasing to the ear but unrecognizable.  “You know not every guitarist wants girls attention don’t you?” Melodi asked as he finished his playing. “And pianists aren’t rich boy wannabes?”  “It’s just stuff I got told to me when I was thinking about what to pick.” Gray explained, “My background, learning a guitar meant I was trying to be some sad, casanova pinning for girls attention. Learnin’ piano meant that I wanted to appear sophisticated and well off. Like I was more than a piece of shit.” “Your dad said this to you?” Melodi guessed, watching as Grayson’s eyes looked away from her at the mention of him.  “Some snobs at school too.” He lifted one shoulder before sitting up, “Oh well, doesn’t matter. Helps out with the job and it sounds pretty damn cool if I say so.”  He played a few more notes, slow and passionate as Melodi closed her eyes to listen. She smiled absentmindedly and nodded. 

Pedigree

“Actually Grayson, if you don’t mind getting me a refill?” Melodi asked sweetly, using her honeyed tone as she held up her champagne glass, showing it only had a sip left. “Sure thing, be back in a sec.” Gray gave a quick smile and took a step back, nodding to Marco as he placed a hand on the curve of Melodi’s back, “How about you Mr.Roland?”  Marco declined politely and Grayson left, hunting down one of their servers with the bottle and extra glasses. “Well, you have him trained well.” Marco cooed, watching Melodi as she watched Grayson leave. “He isn’t so bad once you get past his barrier. He can even be sweet when he chooses to be.” Melodi smiled and looked back at Marco who scoffed and slyly looked away as he sipped from his glass. “What?”  “Melodi dear, I don’t mean to be rude but he’s little more than a stray dog you picked up off the streets and gave a bath...” Marco chuckled as Melodi froze, the champagne glass touching her lips, “It doesn’t matter if you bathe it and groom it. Hell, dress it up if you wish but a mongrel is still a mongrel.” Melodi’s hand lowered the glass to chin level, her brows furrowing slightly as her rosewood colored lips slowly pursed together. “Really sweetheart you could send him back and get someone...more suited to your quality of life.” She felt Grayson’s hand on her back as he appeared beside her, holding up a full glass of fresh champagne for her. She glanced up at him as she took the full one, Grayson matched her look, one of concern and confusion.  “Everything ok?” He asked, looking toward Marco who just smiled as if he hadn’t just insulted Grayson in his absence. Melodi took the rest of the champagne in her first glass like a shot, swallowing it and handing the empty glass to Grayson without a word. Then she splashed the fresh glass in Marco’s face, causing him to gasp and tense up before wiping his eyes clear.  “Melodi!” Grayson barked at her, starting with slackjawed surprise. “Have you lost your mind!”  “The only ‘mongurel’ here is you, Roland,” Melodi growled through clenched teeth. Her smokey eyes narrowed, her chin tilted up. “I won’t stand here and let you insult Grayson like that. He is a person and he takes his job seriously and has been good to me. You will not stand here and tell me that he is worth less than me because of where he started from.” She turned and put one hand on her hip, “You should leave before I forget my pedigree.” Her voice hissed with contempt and anger.  “You stupid little cu--” Marco raised a hand and had started to swing at Melodi. The singer never flinched. Grayson grabbed Marco’s swinging hand and stopped it, swinging with his free hand--he cracked Marco Roland on the cheek hard, knocking him to the carpet. Several people gasped and more than a few backed away, forming a circle of onlookers.  “You know where the door is Marco,” Melodi said flatly, crossing one arm around her and inspecting the empty champagne glass.  “Allow me,” Grayson growled, grabbing Marco up by his white collar until he stood and jerked him around forcibly. One hand on his shoulder and the other in the bend of his arm, Grayson marched Marco to the door. 

“I know about resiting bitch face okay? I don’t need it explained.” Melodi snapped.  “Really?” Grayson chuckled, “If that’s the case, why do you still suffer from it?”  Melodi gasped and then clamped her mouth shut as Gray looked away. “I guess the same reason you do, ass.” She snapped, making Grayson groan.  “Ooooh, toche, princess.” 

I don't usually plot, but I've got 2 books that will take place in the same universe and a character that will travel from one series to the other, so to keep things clear I've started plotting in sticky notes as I think of plot points and putting them in order on my cabinet in my kitchen as I cook and clean. Each book has a side, once each one is plotted out I'll slowly begin moving it over to a word doc that will go into grater detail. Hope to get to nanowrimo on time and get it done.

If you were to ask Orson if he considered himself a hero or savior, he would say wouldn't. "Bad luck is all," is his usual response to such questions, "Wrong person, wrong place at the wrong time, doin' the right thing best I can." Orson is a "Night Hunter." A person who braves the dark when no one else will to battle creatures known as the Lycans and Vampires. Orson has saved countless people along his destined career but hardly a sole believes him when he tells them his name. He doesn't look or act the part of a hero, and certainly not a savior. When his past comes to call, he realizes just how much of a monster he truly is.

this is why i made snippets and scenelets. Doesnt fit with anything, but i have it on paper if I need it later

bought a notebook the other night to jot down thoughts I have, already filled the first page