WEEK 77: Cross stitch or blanket stitch?

Prompted by: Tracey Rice

The crazy author says: I also snuck in Miss Jeri’s suggestion cuz, uhhh, she asked 😘

Approaching with caution, I snatch a towel from the rack and apply pressure to the wound. Gunshot, of course. No surprise there. My hands are trembling. I’m nervous. No surprise there either.

This is too close for comfort.

“Cross stitch or blanket stitch?” he asks.


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WEEK 76: Do you need help?

Prompted by: Sam

The crazy author says: Well, this bugger’s really short. Like, reeeally short 😅 (this is my new favorite emoji LOL).

I flinch as he reaches for me.

“Sorry,” he says, his knuckles grazing my cheek. “That was uncalled for.”

And then he’s gone.

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WEEK 74: Apologize

Prompted by: Ember-Raine Winters

The crazy author says: I had this scheduled for tomorrow by accident. Genius, eh? 🤓 A huge THANK YOUUU to the lovely Miss Jess for letting me know 😘

I wish I had an extra set of hands.

Or a dozen extra sets.

It’s no easy feat dragging an overfilled suitcase up a flight of stairs with a passed out four-year-old on your hip. I actually do pretty well though. I manage to reach the top before my grip gives out and our luggage goes tumbling.

It doesn’t go quietly either.


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WEEK 73: What’s up with the feathers?

Prompted by: Jeri T. Ryan

The crazy author says: Trace made me do it. He can be very persuasive…


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Part Ten
Part Eleven
Part Twelve
Part Thirteen
Part Fourteen
Part Fifteen
Part Sixteen

I head straight for the bathroom.

He’s right on my ass.


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WEEK 72: I can’t survive this way

Prompted by: Tracey Rice

The crazy author says: OMG, it’s finally done…

I can’t sleep.

I had gone directly to my hotel and taken a cold shower, followed by a hot shower, followed by two Advil. Then crawled into bed with my hair still damp and pulled the covers over my head.

Now I can’t sleep.

Part of me is worried he’ll come barrelling into the room. The other part is wishing he would.

You do the math.

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WEEK 71: If you could fly, would you?

Prompted by: Tiara “Kikyo” Giles

The crazy author says: So much for ending this storyline, eh? 😅

“Are you insane?” My question vibrates with rage. Every part of me is vibrating with rage. “I told you it’s over between us.”

“No,” he groans. “It’s not over.”

I sigh in exasperation, “Just get up, will you?”

He doesn’t. Planting his hands down on the sticky, disgusting floor, Trace bows at my feet. He fucking bows.

And damn it all, but I almost reach for him.

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WEEK 70: I burned them all

Prompted by: Amanda

The crazy author says: Uhh, I just realized we picked Miss Amanda’s prompts twice in a row haha!

Before I get a chance to reply, I’m knocked off-balance by the stampeding herd.

Seizing my arm, Trace yanks me into his chest and swings me to the side. His hand cushions the back of my head as he flattens me against the wall, safely out of harm’s way. His mouth is next to my ear, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

We remain silent while the mob continues to funnel past.

It isn’t until the place has emptied that he finally murmurs, “We’re not done.”

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