LucyH
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I have an oddball story that I don't know what to do with. Maybe it needs to be torn to shreds and salvaged for parts. Maybe I'm too hard on myself and all it needs is minor copy editing. I just don't know, but I can handle the truth, whatever it may be. Any volunteers?
Themes: Romance, a dash of supernatural, BDSM (F/m)
Things that may frighten people off: a bit of blood and questionable consent
I can't really tell from people's posts in the June editor thread who would want to edit something like this, though a couple clearly wouldn't.
First 500 words:
A circling hawk, silhouetted against the cloudless blue sky, screamed keee keee keee.
Jamie hauled luggage and a pair of mountain bikes out of the back of the van. He was content not to be part of the conversation between his girlfriend, Lene, and her father because he was too distracted, trying to pin a name on an elusive feeling that bothered him. Déjà vu, maybe? The place felt familiar when it shouldn’t, though he couldn’t say what about it triggered the feeling. He worried at it, but didn’t get anywhere.
Lene patted the leg pocket of her cargo pants “Yep, the GPS is right here. Extra batteries in my pack.”
Her father reminded her, not for the first time, “You leave a voicemail if you don’t get us when you call to check in, alright?”
“Sure. And a text message. Want e-mail? We can do that too.”
“It can’t hurt.” Lene’s dad looked past her and caught Jamie’s eye. He thought he detected a slight frown under the moustache, and perhaps a silent message: You take care of my daughter, bring her back in one piece, and don’t you dare get her knocked up.
After the amount of fussing her parents did over a week long bike trip, Jamie wondered how they were going to deal with her being gone for over two years with the Peace Corps. More selfishly, Jamie wondered how he was going to deal with her leaving. He forced his mind off the subject and back to fixing his displaced bike chain and loading up with camping gear. Instead of brooding about her imminent departure, he was determined to enjoy their week together.
Lene snapped the front wheel onto her bike and wrangled packs onto the back.
Her father looked in the back of the van, then shut the doors. “You have your repair kit, right? First aid kit?” he called.
“Dad, you helped us pack. Yes. They’re still in there,” she said with good-natured exasperation. She tucked a wisp of long blonde hair behind her ear and propped her heavily laden bicycle up against a halfway collapsed chain-link fence.
Lene got a hug from her father, and Jamie got a manly thump on the shoulder. “Okay. Be careful you two. See you in a week.”
“Thank you for the ride,” she said. Jamie echoed the sentiment.
“Oh, you’re welcome.” Her father got back into the driver’s seat and waved out the window as he pulled away. The van disappeared around a curve in the country road.
The hawk took a sharp dive and skimmed the tall grass. It rose with something small and dark in its talons. Lene came up behind Jamie and wrapped her arms around him, smelling like sunscreen as usual. She kissed the back of his neck, then gave him a gentle nip. His body flushed with heat, thinking about the things she promised to do with him later, most which were not the least bit gentle. He laid his hands over hers and squeezed.
Themes: Romance, a dash of supernatural, BDSM (F/m)
Things that may frighten people off: a bit of blood and questionable consent
I can't really tell from people's posts in the June editor thread who would want to edit something like this, though a couple clearly wouldn't.
First 500 words:
A circling hawk, silhouetted against the cloudless blue sky, screamed keee keee keee.
Jamie hauled luggage and a pair of mountain bikes out of the back of the van. He was content not to be part of the conversation between his girlfriend, Lene, and her father because he was too distracted, trying to pin a name on an elusive feeling that bothered him. Déjà vu, maybe? The place felt familiar when it shouldn’t, though he couldn’t say what about it triggered the feeling. He worried at it, but didn’t get anywhere.
Lene patted the leg pocket of her cargo pants “Yep, the GPS is right here. Extra batteries in my pack.”
Her father reminded her, not for the first time, “You leave a voicemail if you don’t get us when you call to check in, alright?”
“Sure. And a text message. Want e-mail? We can do that too.”
“It can’t hurt.” Lene’s dad looked past her and caught Jamie’s eye. He thought he detected a slight frown under the moustache, and perhaps a silent message: You take care of my daughter, bring her back in one piece, and don’t you dare get her knocked up.
After the amount of fussing her parents did over a week long bike trip, Jamie wondered how they were going to deal with her being gone for over two years with the Peace Corps. More selfishly, Jamie wondered how he was going to deal with her leaving. He forced his mind off the subject and back to fixing his displaced bike chain and loading up with camping gear. Instead of brooding about her imminent departure, he was determined to enjoy their week together.
Lene snapped the front wheel onto her bike and wrangled packs onto the back.
Her father looked in the back of the van, then shut the doors. “You have your repair kit, right? First aid kit?” he called.
“Dad, you helped us pack. Yes. They’re still in there,” she said with good-natured exasperation. She tucked a wisp of long blonde hair behind her ear and propped her heavily laden bicycle up against a halfway collapsed chain-link fence.
Lene got a hug from her father, and Jamie got a manly thump on the shoulder. “Okay. Be careful you two. See you in a week.”
“Thank you for the ride,” she said. Jamie echoed the sentiment.
“Oh, you’re welcome.” Her father got back into the driver’s seat and waved out the window as he pulled away. The van disappeared around a curve in the country road.
The hawk took a sharp dive and skimmed the tall grass. It rose with something small and dark in its talons. Lene came up behind Jamie and wrapped her arms around him, smelling like sunscreen as usual. She kissed the back of his neck, then gave him a gentle nip. His body flushed with heat, thinking about the things she promised to do with him later, most which were not the least bit gentle. He laid his hands over hers and squeezed.