Sunshine Award

Yea, another blogger award! It makes me feel so special hee hee. I’d like to thank PaigeAddams for nominating me. I really appreciate that you enjoy reading my blog, especially my take on the creative writing prompts. Paige, if you ever want to do your own version on your blog let me know, and I’ll link it to my page 🙂

Here’s the rules of the award:

1.  List 7 things about yourself

2.  Nominate bloggers worthy of these award up to 15

3.  Thank the person who nominated you!

Seven things about myself (I’ll try something different by revealing my writing style, habits instead of personality since I just wrote a recent post about that already LOL)

1.  I love writing out of order. I’ll start with the event that interests me the most. Even with editing, I’ll start at the section that motivates me more than automatically at the beginning.

2.  I tend to think of my stories as movies or tv shows. So I write scenes as I picture them on the big scene (probably why I focus on dialogue and beats so much–used to write screenplays all the time). I listen to the songs on my IPOD that could be the potential soundtrack, and I cast my characters (look at celebrity pics who the people in my story look like).

3.  Before NaNo, I could never focus in the mornings because I’d be too tired. Now, I mostly write early in the day, even on weekends. The days I should be sleeping in, my brain wakes me up telling me to “create story”, “create story”. Sometimes I can also write in the afternoons, but I can’t really function at night like I used to.

4.  I’m pretty old school. I still write everything in notebooks, then type later. I use any computer available so a lot of times I have to save, email to myself. I’ve yet to buy a flash drive. I know I’m bad hee hee.

5.  First point-of-view is my favorite way to write, but lately I’ve really been enjoying third person point-of-view too. With first person POV, I tended to stay inside their heads too much instead of having them interact with the other characters.

6.  When I come up with story ideas, most of my inspiration comes from movies. I like to put different spin on things after asking “what if?” Usually the plot or characters are so different that no one would even know that the story was based off of it. My favorite movies are dramas, probably why I like writing dramas.

7.  I spend way too much time in my planning stages before even attempting to start a rough draft. Creating characters–getting to know them personally and intimately–is my favorite stage. I create plot outlines, research everything I can on the setting, etc. I want to know all about my characters’ emotions, world, relationships, etc. so I don’t mess anything up. In a way, I guess I roleplay (especially my main characters, which is usually a guy and a girl).

My Nominations (Sorry if you already won Sunshine Award, I didn’t know). I enjoy reading these blogs every day because some are funny, entertaining while some fully share every detail about the author’s publishing journey. Since I’m in the same boat as them I like to hear their success stories, keeps me motivated to keep pursuing my dream.

1.  Ryan Murphy

2.  Unearthing Words

3.  Jade Alyse

4.  Kellie Larsen Murphy

5.  Sharon C. Cooper

6.  Darla

7.  Jordanna East

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

Trapped by Yawatta Hosby

COPYRIGHT 2012

Trapped by Yawatta Hosby

Finia slammed her car door and walked slowly towards her home. Of course, she couldn’t relax this afternoon. Not with Miki’s red Mustang in the driveway.

The sky darkened with grey clouds as if in tune with her recent mood swing. Hesitantly, she placed her hand on the doorknob, taking a deep breath.

She entered the living room. Miki was the first to notice her; he smiled and waved.

Finia grinned weakly. “Hey everyone.”

Jahlin turned around. His eyes became wide with delight, and he smiled from ear to ear. Dropping the Wii remote, he ran to his mom and hugged her legs. “Mommy!”

Finia bent down to wrap her arms around him. He was only five years old, still at the age of adoring his parents. She wasn’t looking forward to him becoming a teenager and treating her like an embarrassing nuisance, a nagging parent instead of someone cool, who he respected.

She kissed her son on the cheek. “Did you give Laura a hard time?” She winked at her cousin, who typed away on her laptop.

“No, I was a good boy.” He pointed to the flat screen television hanging on the wall. “Daddy brought me a video game.”

“He did. Did you thank him?”

Jahlin nodded. He embraced his mom’s legs again then continued playing Mario Kart with his favorite cousin CJ.

Finia sneaked a peek at Miki. He opened his mouth to speak, so she went upstairs to her room; she wasn’t in the mood to hear what he had to say. With Miki, he always had something to say. She plopped on her bed, trying to collect her thoughts. Laura followed Finia, who had been too distracted to notice. She stood near the dresser, admiring jewelry.

“Don’t even,” Finia teased.

“Can’t a girl browse?” Laura laughed.

“How long has he been here?”

“Not long.”

“Did he call first?”

Laura shook her head. Finia frowned. She had only made one request, and Miki blatantly ignored it time and time again. But that didn’t stop him from constantly putting demands on her like they were a couple. Like they had an emotional bond. They used to, until Miki messed everything up.

When their son was born, Miki had been respectful and listened to Finia’s wants and needs. They were parents–recently broken up from each other–trying the best they could for their newborn. They had decided to get along for the sake of raising Jahlin together.

One day, he had stopped by unannounced; he acted like Finia committed a cardinal sin because there was a guy sitting at the kitchen table fixing her computer. Miki told her that he didn’t want random guys around his son. First of all, the guy wore a Best Buy uniform. Second, she and Miki weren’t dating anymore. He had no right to dictate who she could and could not see.

Since there’s no reasoning with him when he had an idea stuck in his head, Miki continued to stop by unannounced all the time. Sometimes Jahlin was home, sometimes not. He liked to attend his granddad’s softball tournaments once in a while. Miki would wait comfortably, not caring how long it took for his son to get home. Not caring if he was bothering Finia.

She sighed. If only he hadn’t broken her trust the way he did. If only he hadn’t taken away her freedom to choose. “Did Miki say what he wanted?”

Laura nodded. “He wants to talk to you.”

“Of course he does.”

“What happened to you guys? You used to be so happy.”

“We just didn’t work out.” Finia had never mentioned how much pain he put her through. She was too embarrassed to tell her family the real reason behind their break-up; it was like she was stuck in a Lifetime Movie that she never asked to star in.

“Well, I’m taking CJ to Dairy Queen. Do you want me to take Jahlin too? It’ll give you guys some privacy.”

Finia wiped a tear from her eye. “Sure.”

Her cousin sat down and hugged Finia, trying to provide comfort. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m just tired…I’ll be alright. I promise.” Finia wiggled out of Laura’s embrace and smiled weakly. She wasn’t great with expressing emotions. It’s not that she wouldn’t; Finia didn’t know how. As a child, no one ever taught her how to love or put her feelings out on the table, so Finia kept everything bottled up. She didn’t want to be an emotional robot, but she couldn’t get out of the rut she was in.

Laura stood, heading for the door. “We’ll be back.” She turned around. “You coming?”

“Yeah, just give me a minute.”

Laura left.

Finia couldn’t handle another outburst from Miki. Not now. Not today, but once again she was forced into something she had no desire to do. He had the conniving capability of always getting his way, yet Finia finally had the upper-hand. She would never be romantically involved with him, no matter how many times he begged.

Just listen to Miki, then he’ll leave. Yeah right, if only it was that simple. Finia crossed her bedroom, dreading what was in store for her.

He was already waiting for her at the bottom of the steps. He wiped sweat from his forehead then fidgeted with his hands. She passed him to enter the kitchen where she started putting away dishes in their proper place. Finia would listen to him, didn’t mean she had to make eye contact. Miki followed and stood behind her at the counter. They were so close that if she fell backwards, she’d trip into him. Or if he took one measly step forward, he’d be able to rub up against her. Probably a cheap trick Miki would attempt before the conversation was over.

“Can’t you look at me?” he pleaded.

“What do you want, Miki?” It wouldn’t be so bad if he wanted to discuss Jahlin, to set schedules for visitations or holidays. But nope. He always wanted to open the floodgates about Finia somehow wronging him.

Like clockwork, he spilled his requests out like she was customer service. “I wish you’d stop treating me like I don’t exist. You don’t even acknowledge my presence.”

“Since when?” Finia gripped the plate tightly then banged it inside the cabinet.

“Just now. You didn’t even say ‘hey’ to me when you came in.”

Finia rolled her eyes. She wished she could buy a ticket to Denyville where Miki was a permanent resident. “I said ‘hey everyone.’ Stop rewriting history.”

“You didn’t say it specifically to me.”

“Next time I’ll single you out as the most important person in my life,” she said.

Finia ran out of dishes to put away, and there weren’t dirty ones in the sink. With no more excuses to stay with her back towards Miki, she hesitantly turned around. She was greeted with his famous pout.

He lowered his gaze to the floor. This was a first–he was speechless. Now, Finia became nervous. What did Miki want?

“It’s been five years,” he whispered. “When are you gonna let go and forgive me?”

He actually went there. “I can forgive, but I can’t forget.”

Miki had always wanted a family. Finia didn’t want kids because she was afraid she wouldn’t be a good mother. The last thing she needed was her children thinking their mom didn’t love, support, or want them.

There was no compromising on that, so Finia dumped him, giving him a chance to find true happiness. She had loved Miki, yet it was easy to let him go. Unfortunately, he hadn’t felt the same way or acted like a rational adult. Months later, she found out she was pregnant; they reconnected again. At the doctor’s office, Finia expressed concern about the baby’s health because she had taken birth control all that time, not realizing she was pregnant.

The doctor had told her there was no trace of birth control pills in her system. Later, Miki confessed to switching her container with other pills and poking holes in the condoms to guarantee she’d get pregnant. He said he was desperate because he could sense Finia wanted to leave him.

Miki trapped her and never apologized, claiming he did nothing wrong. That she had ended up loving their son like he knew she would, so what was the problem?

There was no moving forward from that.

Finia couldn’t deny that Miki was a great father; he always spent time with Jahlin–he definitely wasn’t a weekend or summer only dad. He paid his child support on time. In fact, Miki probably nurtured their son emotionally more than Finia ever could. That’s why she didn’t become vindictive and try to make him lose custody or play silly mind games where she’d find every excuse in the book to delay Miki spending time with Jahlin.

If only he hadn’t betrayed her, then maybe they could’ve ended up one big, happy family. Finia started to believe that satisfying endings only happened in fairytales. Or in Denyville. Not the real world.

Miki rubbed his forehead as though he had a headache. “I’ve been going to therapy for the past eight months.”

Finia’s ears perked up. How did he keep it a secret for so long? Or was it a sick ploy to win her back? An act of manipulation? It’s not like Miki couldn’t lie well. “Really? I’m proud of you. It takes a strong person to admit they need help, then take the steps toward getting it,” she said.

“Thank you. That means a lot coming from you.” His eyes beamed with hope, then turned vulnerable. “I’ve brought you up a lot. You know I feel that you’re the one who got away…my therapist would like to talk to you.”

“Me?”

“Yes, only for a couple of sessions with me. She feels it’d be a great way to get everything off our chests.” He gulped, waiting for an answer.

“When?”

“Thursdays at 6.”

“I’d need a babysitter for Jahlin. You know Laura leaves at 4.”

Miki smiled. “Already covered. My mom will watch him.”

“Okay then. I’ll go.” Maybe this would provide closure. Finia knew Miki would always be in her life (she didn’t believe that after the child reached eighteen, the parents could wipe their hands clean of each other). But hopefully, he’d understand they’d never be an item, and move on. When he’d visit, he’d only expect to see Jahlin instead of demanding Finia’s time too. In the long run, this would be beneficial for both of them. Maybe the therapist could help Finia get over her resentment.

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This was a good sign that Finia agreed. She could have easily said no but she didn’t, not even hesitating. Miki knew that deep down she still had feelings for him. Hopefully, the therapist could get her to explain how he could win her back. He needed Finia and Jahlin in his life because they were his family. Plus, he didn’t want Jahlin to be the only child.

Miki grew up as an only child, and it sucked. Jahlin needed at least one or two younger siblings. It’d be too tacky to have different women as his babies’ mommas, so Miki needed Finia to cooperate. It’d only take once for her to let her guard down, and he could take advantage of her vulnerable state. He probably couldn’t get away with stealing her birth control again, but he’d find a different method. Miki needed to rush since they were in their mid-thirties. Finia’s biological clock ticked away; then again, women had babies in their forties, so maybe he had more time than he calculated.

He was doing this for her own good since she didn’t know what she truly wanted. He was doing Finia a favor by guiding her in the right direction.

Miki was grateful that she let him stay until their son’s bedtime (not that he would leave anyway). Jahlin lay under the covers while Miki read him a story. Finia sat on the other side of the bed, holding Jahlin’s hand.

“Are you two divorced?” Jahlin whispered, then hid under the covers. How did he know about that word? He was too young.

Miki peeled the covers back. “No. Why do you think that?”

“Because you don’t live with us, Daddy.”

Miki’s heart sank. He’d do everything in his power to change that, if only his son could wait a little while longer. “I did something to hurt your mommy, so until I make things right, you’ll have two homes.”

“Did you say sorry?”

Miki looked at Finia, who wiped a tear from her eye. If that’s what she wanted, he would shout it from the rooftops even if he didn’t feel remorse. He would never regret getting Jahlin–the best thing that ever happened in his life–and apologizing would imply regret. But if she needed to hear that to give him a second chance, then Miki had no problems lying. “I wish it was that simple.”

“We both love you. That will never change,” Finia said.

Jahlin smiled. “I love you too.”

They each hugged him and gave Jahlin a kiss on the forehead. “Now go to sleep,” Miki said.

“Daddy, can you check for monsters?”

Miki searched in the closet and under the bed. “Nothing’s there.”

After they left, Finia asked, “Monsters? He never asks me to check.”

“He thinks it’s a man thing to do. He doesn’t want to put you in any danger.”

Finia chuckled. “How thoughtful.”

Miki could get used to this–her not treating him like he had a disease. Finia escorted him to the door. For once, he didn’t want to overstay his welcome. He should be on his best behavior, so she’d let her guard down faster.

“Good night,” she said.

“Sweet dreams.” He grabbed her hand and planted a kiss on it. “Thanks for a wonderful evening.”

“Get out, Miki.” She shook her head, smirking.

He left, and his heart sank again when she closed the door in his face. He was trapped in this limbo stage where he couldn’t be with his family every second of the day. He desperately needed to get out soon. He glanced up at the window and noticed Jahlin peeking through the curtain. He waved, so did his son. Miki would get his happy ending that he deserved; he just needed to wait patiently.

THE END

Book Review: Deadly Pleasures By Mary Firmin

I follow NoWastedInk, and one day Wendy introduced Mary Firmin in an author interview. I liked the advice the author gave; plus, her book description sounded interesting, so I decided to buy the book.

Deadly Pleasures is the seventeenth book of my reading challenge. Here’s my thoughts:

Megan Riley has bigger things to worry about than the fact that her neighbor has just been found dead. Her engagement has just ended and she is once again on a quest to find Mr. Right – or at least Mr. Right Now. Tired of emotional ties and ready for a new adventure, Megan and her three best friends make a fateful decision. They hire hunky stripper Michael Harrington as their timeshare boytoy – unaware he is the prime suspect in a series of gruesome murders. Suddenly, they find themselves involved in a complicated murder investigation led by a handsome detective who is focused only on finding the twisted serial killer before he strikes again. But who will be the next to die? Megan, the hardworking real estate agent; newly divorced Kathleen; Alex, married to a wealthy businessman; or Rachel, the spurred wife of a hot Hollywood screenwriter?

Following her own investigation, Megan takes a wild ride through L.A.’s bondage parlors, hidden sex clubs, and the extravagant lifestyles of the rich and famous; soon she discovers that the quest for adventure has abruptly transformed into a dangerous game of life and death.

I loved this 36 chapter book. It was entertaining, edgy, raw, with some funny moments. As a reader, it satisfied all my senses. I knew I was in for a treat when the prologue opened up with George dying after having sex with Sherrie. Then Chapter 1 opened up with two women discussing sharing a threesome. I enjoyed that the story went there–bondage, drugs, sex, blackmail, murder–instead of sugarcoating things. I appreciated that the story would be rated R instead of PG-13 if you will.

My favorite moments were when Megan and her friends hung out. I loved how they gossiped, and their attempts at finding a boytoy were hilarious, especially the gym scene. My favorite lines were: “More women are wearing the pants nowadays. Why shouldn’t they take them off as much as the damn men do?” and “She’s very codependent. Kathleen doesn’t fall in love – she takes hostages.” I liked the sarcastic sense of humor.

The story was told through Megan and Detective Matt Donovan’s point-of-view, each having their own chapters. These are my favorite type of stories to read because I get to know secrets before other characters do. Like, Matt and Megan had an instant connection when he interrogated her and her friends at the boat, but they didn’t know they were on each other’s radar. It was so cute when Matt asked Megan for her phone number, pretending he needed it for the case.

The suspense and the mystery was definitely there. The plot kept me on my toes. I liked that Megan was independent and strong enough to investigate on her own; she had a take charge attitude. The scenes with her ex were tension and conflict filled. Very interesting. At the end when the Bondage Killer was revealed, I was shocked! He wasn’t even on my radar as a suspect! So kudos to the writer for not making the mystery easy.

Mary Firmin has the talent of dialogue and characterization. The conversations and body language was witty, and even though there were two main characters, all characters’ personalities shone through with nonverbal cues, dialogue, sense of dress, etc. She was great with description that I got lost in the story. Her scenes were awesome. Basically, Mary Firmin was great with all the story elements. She’s a great storyteller.

I RECOMMEND this book to read.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

Creative Writing Prompt #5

6/19/12

Write about a time someone said “no”…

It was eerily quiet down the boys’ end of the hall, too quiet. It was around 1 am, which still wasn’t an excuse. Yvonne’s residents were loud party animals–school night or not. They must not have came back from the clubs yet.

Yvonne stood patiently near the balcony when Randy, Corey, and Maureen turned the corner. She waved at them.

“What are you doing?” Randy asked. Since she was an RA, he seemed suspicious that she was always up to something, particularly standing by his door.

The residents had bloodshot eyes, swaying back and forth.

Yvonne smiled; at least they came back in one piece. “I’m waiting on Matt.”

“Are you dating Matt?” Randy made fake kissing noises, followed by Corey and Maureen. They giggled as if included in a little secret.

“No. Why do you ask that?”

“You two always have private talks together.”

Thanks for sharing the floor gossip. Yvonne knew her kids all too well, especially vigilant Randy. Whenever he brought up a topic nonchalantly, you could rest assure the guys talked about it all the time. With them, she had to take mental notes of clues presented to her to try and figure out their brains. Whereas, her female residents would lay it out on the table. Yvonne appreciated both approaches.

She shrugged her shoulders, smiling. Where did they come up with these silly ideas?

Matt came out of his room, taken aback from the crowd. “Hey guys.”

“Hi Matt.” Maureen hiccuped.

Matt looked at Yvonne. “What’s going on?”

Randy smirked, folding his arms across his chest. “Are you dating Yvonne?”

“No. Why do you ask that?” Matt laughed.

“Exactly what I said.” Yvonne and him grinned at each other. “He thinks something’s going on because we talk all the time, which how is that even a factor? I talk to everybody who talks to me.”

“But its a different vibe between you two,” Randy instigated, not letting the matter go.

Yvonne was amused. Since she spent the majority of her time in the residence hall and was only a year older than the kids, naturally, she developed crushes once in a while. Sometimes she’d even engage in girl talk with her female residents. They knew who she liked; the boys never could guess right. And it pleased Yvonne to know that, to keep them on their toes.

“How can I be dating Matt when Corey’s my boyfriend?” she teased. She knew she was opening up a new can of worms but didn’t care.

It’s not like Randy, Corey, or Maureen would remember anything later.

Corey made his way to stand near Yvonne, his eyes beaming with pride. He put his arm around her shoulders. “I’m the luckiest guy ever.”

Everyone laughed, except Maureen. She pouted. “But Yvonne, RAs can’t date residents. I don’t want you to get fired.”

Randy gave Maureen a hug. “Yvonne’s not going anywhere.”

It’d be a lost cause to explain they had been joking, so they tried cheering her up before the group went into Randy’s room. Once again, Yvonne and Matt were left alone.

“There’s never a dull moment on the 9th floor.” Matt playfully punched her shoulders. “You know that you and Corey will be the new rumor, right?”

Yvonne smirked. “If there’s gossip about me, I’d rather be the one to start the trend, so I know what you guys are talking about.”

They walked into the lounge to watch TV and have another private conversation.

THE END

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If anyone would like to participate in this writing prompt, please email me at Author.Yawatta.Hosby(AT)aol(DOT)com.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

Creative Writing Prompt #4

6/12/12

Two people wake up in Vegas hungover

in bed together. They look at their hands and

notice rings on their fingers. Apparently, the

night before, they got married. One

wants to make the relationship work while

the other wants an annulment…

Lucas remembered the memory like it had happened yesterday. Illuvy–his crush–approached him to teach her how to slow dance. He was honored that she felt he was special enough. They were freshmen in college: she went to her prom solo.

Lucas would do anything for his “ex.” He never could distinguish who had instigated the inside joke among the floor, but it was a fun experience. Too much into her studies, Illuvy wasn’t interested in dating, yet she had an exotic beauty that drew guys in. Naturally, they flirted with her non-stop; she had asked Lucas–her friend–to pretend to be her star crossed ex lover.

How could he resist?

College was the good ole days. Ten years later, Lucas was extremely lonely. His ex-fiance left him to pursue her dreams of acting in Hollywood. No see ya later; no I’ll miss ya; no would you like to join me. Just gone.

It was one thing to experience a broken heart, and it was another to have the world involved too. You see, Lucas was in the public eye, being the lead singer for The Summit (he had created the name to give a shout-out to his dorm from New York University). The break-up happened two weeks ago, however, it was still newsworthy for magazines and blogs.

Allegedly, Lucas was distraught to the point he was banging any female fan who approached his door while on tour.  Yeah right. Try his manwhore bandmates.

Lucas slouched down in his seat, wanting to be invisible. He was at a popular club in the VIP section. The waitresses and burlesque dancers in tight clothing flirted with him, but he wasn’t interested in a hook-up.

He wanted something real. He wanted women to approach him like he was a normal guy.

Lucas sighed. He was obligated to promote the club–a paid gig. He was tempted to play hookey or pay the fee back to leave.

Since he couldn’t do any option, he drowned his sorrows in Vodka.

“Stop sulking, dude. She’s not worth the hassle.” Thomas, The Summit guitarist, patted him on the back. “We’re in Vegas. Take advantage of it. How does the saying go? What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.” He grinned.

Before Lucas could respond, he heard a familiar laugh that launched him out of his plushy, cozy seat. He sprinted to the top railing, peering down at the crowd.

It couldn’t be.

“Oh my damn, he’s gonna jump. Lucas, no!” Thomas rushed to stand beside him. He looked worried like he regretted taking “babysitting” duty while the other bandmates went to find willing girls.

Lucas ignored him, scanning the room. He smiled. Illuvy was dancing in a circle surrounded by women dressed to impress. Her dress hugged her curves perfectly; she still looked effortless.

He proceeded to walk away, but Thomas grabbed his arm. “Where are you going?”

“I found someone.”

His friend grabbed Lucas’s face with both hands, grinning from ear to ear. “Hallelujah!”

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Ring. Ring.

Illuvy slowly opened her eyes, grabbing her head like it would magically take her pain away or at least make the room stop spinning. Groggily, she rose and tried to locate the cell phone.

She searched under a pile of clothes scattered over a modern black chair. That wasn’t her outfit from last night. Illuvy’s heart skipped a beat.

What did she do?

She had attended a bachelorette party at the hottest club; her friends had joked that since Illuvy was the only single one there, she should hook up with the male stripper. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas–unless a pregnancy, STD, or HIV.

Illuvy slapped her forehead. How could she be so stupid? She tugged at her sleeve–a comfort mechanism. She smiled in relief. If she wore pajamas, then maybe she didn’t have sex with the stripper after all.

She tip-toed towards the bed, leaning in for a closer look. Hopefully, he wasn’t a butterface; Illuvy couldn’t remember who she met last night well into the wee hours of the morning.

Unfortunately, the spiky, dark brown haired guy lay on his side, facing the other way. She gently lifted the covers up; he wore white boxers.

Damn. Now she was confused again. After sex, she always hopped out of bed to put on clothes, claiming to be cold. How could she forget?

Never mind that question. Who kept calling? Have they heard of beauty rest?

Illuvy tapped her foot impatiently. “Hey you, get up and answer your phone!”

The mystery guy (hook-up?) grunted but didn’t wake up. She shook him from behind.

He shot up quickly, wide-eyed. “What’s wrong, Illuvy?”

Illuvy shared the same facial expression. She was taken aback. She never thought she’d get the pleasure of seeing her “ex” again. “Your phone,” she said sheepishly.

Biting her lip, she sat on the bed to watch him retrieve the phone off the floor; he had a nice butt. Instead of answering it, he turned the ringer off. Lucas smiled when he caught her glance. “I see you’re still bossy.”

In college, he never made Illuvy feel nervous even though she had a crush on  him. Lucas had made her feel comfortable in her own skin; he brightened her day; insert any corny description here, she laughed to herself. Being with Lucas had created an instant bond and connection.

Now, she felt embarrassed. He was a mega-superstar. What if he only thought of her as a conquest? As a tally to add on the wall of his tour bus, keeping score of the women The Summit has slept with?

There was only one way to find out; Illuvy was never a fan of beating around the bush. She lowered her eyes to the floor and whispered, “Did we…?”

Lucas grinned. “You don’t remember?”

Illuvy shook her head, admiring his physique. He wasn’t built like a meathead, but he definitely had abs, muscles. He was built like Adam Levine if you will.

“I told you about Melanie leaving me, about the tabloids eating me up alive about it.” He walked over and sat beside her. Lucas touched her knee, sending energy throughout her body. “You said we should make her jealous.”

“So we did hook-up?” Illuvy was content with that. She had wanted that special moment with her friend during college. Never say never. Too bad she couldn’t remember it though.

Lucas smirked. “No, you fell asleep.”

Illuvy closed her eyes and slapped her forehead. He grabbed her free hand, sending butterflies throughout her stomach. “It’s okay. We have all the time in the world to make love.”

She gave him a questioned look.

“You really don’t remember anything, do you?” He frowned.

“I’m sorry; I don’t.” She didn’t want Lucas thinking she hooked up with random guys on a regular basis. “All I know is that I came here with my friends for Clara’s bachelorette party–“

“Later, you met me at the club. You came up with the idea that we should get married.”

Illuvy laughed, then rubbed her forehead. She had a headache. “Oh I see. Have a fake marriage to get Melanie jealous. Now you can be my ex-husband,” she teased.

She had too much time on her hands to come up with these silly plans. At least no one ever got bored with her. At least this plan was with an old friend. “Well, I’m sure the press got wind, so we can get the annulment now.”

“Annulment?”

“Uh, yeah,” she expressed as if talking to a child. “Get dressed, and we’ll go now.” She looked down at her finger, a pink bubblegum, plastic ring was on display.

Really? Illuvy used to wear one every day in school, stating she wanted to remain a Toys R Us kid forever. How sweet that Lucas never forgot.

She smiled and stood up. “Let’s go.” He stayed put. “What? You don’t like my bossiness now?”

Lucas fidgeted with his blue bubblegum, plastic ring. “We can make this work.” He met her gaze. “Give me a chance.”

Illuvy scanned the room for hidden cameras. Was Ashton Kutcher hiding in the closet? Was she being punk’d even though she wasn’t a celebrity? Maybe it was the normal citizen who knew someone famous edition?

Speechless, she leaned into the nightstand. Lucas was being crazy right now. They couldn’t get away with this. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas–unless you bring home a husband.

“You were down for this last night.”

“Doesn’t count; I don’t even remember last night,” she counter-argued. “You can’t be serious.”

“It’ll be a funny story to tell our grandchildren,” Lucas teased, grinning.

Oh no, he was trying to win her over with his award-winning charm. “I need some fresh air.” She walked towards the door.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Illuvy opened it. Paparazzi and fans bombarded the hallway. Flashing lights momentarily blinded her. She slammed the door in their faces.

“I told you,” Lucas teased.

“How did you…?”

“Know? Thomas texted me. Oh how cute, we’re finishing each other’s sentences.”

Illuvy slid down the wall, landing on her butt. The five star carpet felt as comfortable as a couch. “You’re crazy, you know that?”

“Crazy in love, Illuvy.”

“I don’t want to be the rebound.”

Lucas crossed the room to sit beside her. He caressed her hand. “I had feelings for you back in college. When I saw you last night, those feelings came rushing back. This isn’t a joke for me; you’re not a rebound.”

Her heart fluttered. He had felt the same way in college? Why hadn’t he said anything? She got lost in his dark blue eyes.

Oh, Lucas was good.

It would be romantic for Illuvy to tell the truth about her feelings so he wasn’t left in the dark, but she had to think with her head not her heart. No one married someone they used to know without reconnecting first. If she showed her vulnerability, it’d open a floodgate that she wasn’t prepared to handle.

How could she convince Lucas to get an annulment?

The End

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If anyone wants to try their hand in this writing prompt, email me at Author.Yawatta.Hosby@aol.com

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

Yawatta Hosby In A Nutshell

Do you think authors are hard to approach? I’ve heard through the grapevine that’s a stereotype for us. That we’re unapproachable. The majority of the writers/authors I meet in person are shy like me. We bond over our shared interest. So the question becomes: do you choose the profession or does the profession choose you?

I often wonder if I’m the Kristen Stewart of writers. Do I appear awkward in my own skin in front of strangers, even among friends? I’ve been a fan of hers since Panic Room, and I defend her personality any time someone tries to call her names. I know what it’s like to be judged, to be called snobby, boring, bitchy, ice queen, deadpan, without someone getting to know me first. Once we become friends or acquaintances, then they see the real me.  So, I sympathize with Kristen; she’s in the public eye–the public can be ruthless. At least with me, I can sit in the corner, going unnoticed, enjoying my peace.

Ever since I was a teenager, I’ve been obsessed with taking personality quizzes. I found my old notebook (started filling out pages since freshmen in college) with my quiz results. How approachable or unapproachable am I? You guys be the judge:

FRIENDSHIP

HR Department-31 to 40 points (33 pts)

Others see you as sensible, cautious, careful and practical. They see you as clever, gifted or talented, but modest…Not a person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but someone who’s extremely loyal to friends you do make and who expect the same loyalty in return. Those who really get to know you realize it takes a lot to shake your trust in friends, but equally important that it takes you a long time to get over it if that trust is ever broken.

How well do you get along with others?

You can make friends with anyone and are always interested in what people have to say, but you can also spend time alone quite happily and without getting bored. You don’t overreact to things around you, and people consider you to be bit of a cool cucumber.

The secret of the fourth coin

Friendship is what you’re looking for. You want your relationship to be balanced between give and take, not too sweet nor romantic.

What type of personality do you have? A kind and gentle person

Your kindness is your charm–you are also gentle and sweet. Everybody likes to be around people with your personality. Like a psychologist, people like to talk to you to discuss their problems because you are proper and discrete, as well as confident. You look mature and people respect you. People with this kind of character are few and far between.

DATING

The squirrel

If someone who isn’t your type pledges their love for you, how do you handle the situation? You are considerate so they will only get your smile as a reply.

What’s your break-up style? Results: Let’s stay friends

Relationships are fine with you, but they’re not that important. You’d rather avoid the drama and have fun. So when it comes to breaking up, you try to get the ugly part over with and move as fast as you can into being pals. That’s a cool attitude to have, but be careful. Even the shortest relationships need a little healing time. We recommend taking a little break from your ex before diving right into friendship. Even if you don’t need the separation, your ex probably does.

What type of boyfriend/girlfriend is right for you? The artistic and confident type

You need a partner who quietly draws the real you out. Your partner must understand that you are very self-satisfied; therefore, you might not always be the best communicator. You need someone that loves to have fun, but also has the capability of concentrating on a great classic film. A creative and confident prospective is what you need. Stay far away from the needy ones!

What color heart do you have? Your heart is blue

Love is a doing word for you. You know it’s love when you treat each other well. You are a giving lover, but you don’t give too much. You expect something in return. Your flirting style: friendly. Your lucky first date: lunch at an outdoor cafe. Your dream lover: is both generous and selfish. What you bring to the relationship: loyalty.

PERSONALITY

How do you communicate? You communicate with your eyes

When you say, “I’ll believe it when I see it”–you really mean it. For you, what you see is a lot more important than what you hear. You don’t take someone’s words at face value. You judge people by their facial expressions, body language, and appearance. You tend to be quiet, but when you talk, you tend to make eye contact and describe things in colorful detail.

What number are you? You are 4: the individualist

You are sensitive and intuitive, with others and yourself. You are creative and dreamy…plus dramatic and unpredictable. You’re emotionally honest, real, and easily hurt. Totally expressive, others always know exactly how you feel. At your best: you are inspired, artistic, and introspective. You know what you’re thinking, and you can communicate it well. At your worst: you are melancholy, alienated, and withdrawn. Your fixation: envy. Your primary fear: to have no identity. Your primary desire: to find yourself. Other number 4’s: Alanis Morisette, Johnny Depp, J.D. Salinger, Jim Morrison, and Anne Rice.

What color is your brain? Your brain is purple

Of all the brain types, yours is the most idealistic. You tend to think wild, amazing thoughts. Your dreams and fantasties are intense. Your thoughts are creative, inventive, and without boundaries. You tend to spend a lot of time thinking of fictional people and places–or a very different life for yourself.

Check out your fear factor

You are easy-going. You understand the difference between fact and fiction. You like to research on your fears before getting nervous about it. This way you avoid unnecessary panic.

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So, from this information, do you think I’m worth the effort of getting to know? To see for yourself how I am instead of relying on someone else’s opinion?

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

Quill Wielder offers very informative links to help with revising, editing, polishing, etc. etc. 🙂 a novel or short story. Enjoy.

Laura Catherine

I’ve spent a lot of time researching editing over the last week and I’ve found some great tips for getting your manuscript from a mess to perfection.

Author Holly Lisle has a great little walk through of things to look out for when you edit: How To Revise A Novel. In fact her site has a lot of great tips for writers.

Here is a great article for a way of Adding 10,000 words without panicking.

Writing Tips with helpful tips for getting rid of things like Unnecessary words and Redundancy.

A nifty Checklist for Editing, lots of great tips here too.

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