Our preliminary chapter list will be as follows. Please note: As I continue to write and edit this book, chapter titles are subject to change. Pretty sure I’m gonna keep them generally like they are listed here, but we’ll see.
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1. “…cover-up.”
2. “…in the city of London.”
3. “…say I love you with a switchblade.”
4. “…swimming in the dark.”
5. “…to hold her and let her go.”
6. “…at the Red Rocks.”
7. “…the one who starts to dream.”
8. “…skyscraper.”
9. “…even heroes fly away.”
10. “…following Alexa.”
11. “…a messenger.”
12. “…trust your enemies, not your friends.”
13. “…what happened at Stonehenge.”
14. “…over the edge.”
15. “…airport.”
16. “…so this is what it means to risk everything.”
17. “…when it rains.”
18. “…I’d rather you just stab me.”
19. “…return.”
20. “…the morning after.”
21. “…playground.”
22. “…crossing lines.”
23. “…the truth about Rachel Blake.”
24. “…from the grave.”
25. “…into the woods.”
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Woodland Park Adventures
There is nothing like traveling to the places where stories are written, especially when writer’s block has been biting at your heels so long you don’t even remember what it’s like not to have it. That’s why I love that The Awakened is set so close to home for me, because I can make decisions on a whim like road-tripping to Woodland Park to get inspired for Through the Dark (which I should have made much more progress on by now.)
So here is a collection of the pictures I took on the last such spontaneous trip I embarked on to do exactly that. Note: The successive posts after this one will most likely reflect the inspiration that resulted from said adventures.
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The Catamount Trail.
Entrance to the cemetery.
The James’ Condo.
Woodland Cemetery.
The Blake Estate.
So here is a collection of the pictures I took on the last such spontaneous trip I embarked on to do exactly that. Note: The successive posts after this one will most likely reflect the inspiration that resulted from said adventures.
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The Catamount Trail.
Entrance to the cemetery.
The James’ Condo.
Woodland Cemetery.
The Blake Estate.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Through the Dark Teaser Scene Five: Punching Bag
This one's really short, really rough and just for fun. I don’t know what I love so much about it; maybe that it’s the first point where Caden really starts to come unraveled.
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Caden was in his parents’ garage wailing on a punching bag that hung from the center beam when Alexa came out to see him. He had sweat pouring down his chest, despite the crisp mountain air that lingered from the night, but he didn’t even care to wipe it away. Nothing was going to stop his momentum right now. Not even his little sister.
Alexa waited patiently, watching him nail the bag over and over, but she didn’t make a sound. After she had waited long enough, Caden finally asked her, “What do you want?”
His tone was short, which was a typical way for any brother to talk to his little sister. Just not for him. Alexa didn’t appear fazed by his tone, but Caden knew better than to trust her outward appearance.
“What happened?” she asked him.
He gave her a look like she was playing some kind of game. “What?” he asked sarcastically. “You didn’t see it?”
Alexa’s eyes narrowed a little, but her voice remained flat. “No, I didn’t.”
“He came back,” Caden told her.
Alexa looked surprised by this, and seeing that startled him.
“You really didn’t know?” he asked her.
“You know I don’t see everything,” Alexa said.
Caden looked away from her. “Had me fooled,” he muttered under his breath.
Alexa seemed disturbed, like she didn’t know what to make of the way he was acting. Not that he could blame her for that. Caden wasn’t doing either of them any favors by holding back what he really wanted to say and taking out his aggression on her in this petty, inadvertent way. So he decided to give them both a break and get blunt with her.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked her. She stared at him, completely unresponsive. “Why didn’t you tell me what he is?”
Finally she understood. Alexa looked down and said quietly, “I didn’t know if you would believe me.”
Caden sneered at her, unable to decide if that more hurt him or angered him. “When have I ever not believed you?”
Alexa wrote the question off to being rhetorical, though he’d hardly meant it to be.
“How did you find out?” she asked him.
He didn’t answer her.
“Tell me what happened, Caden.”
He hit the bag again, hard. “It doesn’t matter anymore,” he mumbled. “He has her now.” Caden gave the bag a solid left jab. “And she’s in love with him.”
Alexa went rigid. “What?”
His expression morphed into a sickened grimace, but Caden didn’t respond to the question. He was only capable of thinking one thing right now, and it happened to be the last thing he wanted to.
He couldn’t get Val’s words out of his head.
“I have to get out of here,” he muttered. Then he threw off his gloves and went back to his room, leaving his little sister standing there looking paralyzed.
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Caden was in his parents’ garage wailing on a punching bag that hung from the center beam when Alexa came out to see him. He had sweat pouring down his chest, despite the crisp mountain air that lingered from the night, but he didn’t even care to wipe it away. Nothing was going to stop his momentum right now. Not even his little sister.
Alexa waited patiently, watching him nail the bag over and over, but she didn’t make a sound. After she had waited long enough, Caden finally asked her, “What do you want?”
His tone was short, which was a typical way for any brother to talk to his little sister. Just not for him. Alexa didn’t appear fazed by his tone, but Caden knew better than to trust her outward appearance.
“What happened?” she asked him.
He gave her a look like she was playing some kind of game. “What?” he asked sarcastically. “You didn’t see it?”
Alexa’s eyes narrowed a little, but her voice remained flat. “No, I didn’t.”
“He came back,” Caden told her.
Alexa looked surprised by this, and seeing that startled him.
“You really didn’t know?” he asked her.
“You know I don’t see everything,” Alexa said.
Caden looked away from her. “Had me fooled,” he muttered under his breath.
Alexa seemed disturbed, like she didn’t know what to make of the way he was acting. Not that he could blame her for that. Caden wasn’t doing either of them any favors by holding back what he really wanted to say and taking out his aggression on her in this petty, inadvertent way. So he decided to give them both a break and get blunt with her.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked her. She stared at him, completely unresponsive. “Why didn’t you tell me what he is?”
Finally she understood. Alexa looked down and said quietly, “I didn’t know if you would believe me.”
Caden sneered at her, unable to decide if that more hurt him or angered him. “When have I ever not believed you?”
Alexa wrote the question off to being rhetorical, though he’d hardly meant it to be.
“How did you find out?” she asked him.
He didn’t answer her.
“Tell me what happened, Caden.”
He hit the bag again, hard. “It doesn’t matter anymore,” he mumbled. “He has her now.” Caden gave the bag a solid left jab. “And she’s in love with him.”
Alexa went rigid. “What?”
His expression morphed into a sickened grimace, but Caden didn’t respond to the question. He was only capable of thinking one thing right now, and it happened to be the last thing he wanted to.
He couldn’t get Val’s words out of his head.
“I have to get out of here,” he muttered. Then he threw off his gloves and went back to his room, leaving his little sister standing there looking paralyzed.
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