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Did a bit of writing last night after work, and ended up with my brain telling me to get up and write at 5, this morning. Got some stuff I’m really happy with, however, and crossed 40,000 words! Woot! Attached is a wee sample from Chapter 8 of the first draft. (FIRST draft… so typos will be there for sure.lol)

In the process of writing, I also MAY have had a few ideas that pushed this from a 6 book series to a 7 book series. lol

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@Lycanthropy and the Single Girl

Thu, 11 Nov 2021 08:47:15

She stared blankly at those who had kept her in custody. She felt empty inside. She felt completely empty inside. It was weird because she didn’t know who she was or what her name was. She didn’t know what she had done or who she had killed. All she knew was that she was sitting in this dark and dingy cell where people were ogling her, examining her, asking her questions. But the only answer she had to those questions were “I don’t know” until she began to shot and squirm against her cuffs. She was often sedated when she got aggressive. But she guessed that today was different.

She sat in her cell quietly. She was playing with the sleeves of her shirt. When she sat in her cell, she was uncuffed. It was only when she was being interviews was she cuffed. She was glad that the day brought peace. She was tired- a night full of remembering wasn’t always welcome. But her memories were pleasant. She had remembered a love before- a love who had gone off to war. A love who she had missed dearly. She remembered his first name. His first name was James- and he went by Bucky. He loved to dance, he was friends with a scrawny boy. And they had gone to the fair together. She loved him. But she was sure that after all this time he was gone. Sometimes his bright blue icy eyes haunted her in her dreams, but that night a full memory had risen and she was able to smile a bit.

“I don’t know why but we were called here- you too Buck.” She looked up from her hands at the sound of that voice. That voice seemed familiar… Captain America? Why was her here? “Unlock 01A” that was her cell. Was she getting out? Or were they coming in? Either way she’d be happy to have some company. She looked back down at her hands as she heard footsteps and her cell door open. “Crimson, my name is Steve Rogers. This is Bucky Barnes. We understand you’ve worked with HYDRA” she looked up at the voice, and she immediately noticed the man with the dark blue eyes- the one that had haunted her dreams.

“Bucky,” her eyes had widened and she stood up from her seat. It wasn’t a sudden movement. “You remember me?” He asked, with gentle eyes laced with slight concern. It was a slight gentle movement when she got up. “I never thought I’d see you again soldier… welcome back.”