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Writing Share Tag!

Thanks for the tag, @theeccentricraven!!

Rules: Share some of your writing.

I want to share an excerpt from a brand new project I've been working on. It has no official title right now, but it's a teen romcom sort of thing, so let's just call it "Untitled Teen Romcom" lol.

Chapter 1 of Untitled Teen Romcom:

She and I actually go way back - she’s been in my life since primary school. I have known her since I was 5. Like it or not, she has always been there. So maybe her presence just takes me back to when I was a dumb 5-year-old chump.

She was the very first girl to ever break my heart. 

What do I mean by that? Well, long story… It all started about 10 years ago. Flashback!

[ABOUT 10 YEARS AGO -  ZEKE’S RECEPTION CLASS,  TUESDAY,  2ND JUNE, 2009]

It was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. Proposal day. I had been planning it for weeks, conferring with my best mates on all the finer details. 

Sebastian was in charge of rounding up the rest of the reception class to be my "guests'' (whatever that means… I think I just wanted to have witnesses for some reason. Five-year-old Zeke just did everything loudly. I went out of my way to draw attention to myself back then. Thankfully, I have grown up since. Mostly). Jacob's job was to distract Miss Jackson so she wouldn't interrupt (he’s the king of distraction. Always has been, and likely always will be. Nobody beats him at wasting everyone’s time. Even the people he claims to like. Like me. He’s great, though - don’t get me wrong. A world-class procrastinator, but also one of the funniest people I know). Even bossy little Eshe Brown had a role - making sure Hope looked extra pretty that day (actually, her real job was to distract her until I was ready to come out to reveal my big surprise. The thing with Eshe, though, is that she’ll look for any excuse to give someone a makeover).

This was it - the moment I'd been practising in the mirror every night for weeks. I had my speech scripted in my head.  I had it all meticulously planned out - get down on one knee, profess my deep admiration for Hope Kamani's unparalleled beauty, and pop the question for her to be my betrothed. Yep, you heard me correctly… I was going to ask Hope to marry me. 

Well...in the way that a 5-year-old asks someone to "marry" them anyway. But in my mind, this was deadly serious business. I think it was just a matter of wanting to finally do something about it after spending so long keeping it to myself. After months and months of admiring the beautiful Hope Kamani from afar, I was finally going to profess my undying love for her and ask her for the privilege of being hers. Tell her that I loved everything about her, that she made me the happiest kid in our class, that I thought about her every single day, and that I wanted to make her happy too (I can’t believe I still remember that part of the script…). Simple enough, right?

She caught my eye right from the start, with her bright, friendly smile and her shining dark hair styled in braided pigtails (that was her signature look back then. Right now, it’s single box braids with blue hair extensions). To me, she was the most beautiful girl in our whole class. Maybe even the entire universe! That is honestly how I felt about her at the time (5-year-old me was so dumb, good grief). She had to be my bride. I had to win her over somehow… no matter what. Even if it meant humiliating myself in front of all of our friends with a heartfelt, soppy speech. I was willing to put myself out there. I was willing to do that for her. She meant that much to me.

“Now’s the time,” Seb whispered to me once everyone was settled for lunch. Everything was perfectly in place.

Go time. It’s now or never…

I fixed up my posture and puffed out my chest, trying to seem bigger and braver than I actually felt. Channelling every ounce of bravado and charisma my little body could muster (I believe I was trying my best to exude the confidence and manliness of one of those grizzled bachelor fellows proposing to his one true love... At least that's what I'd seen on the telly at the time. My mother was into that sort of thing back then), I took a deep, fortifying breath and strode over to where Hope was sitting with a bunch of other girls. I then awkwardly cleared my throat to gain their attention.

“Oh, hi Ezekiel,” Eshe greeted me a little too loudly. She was clearly nervous on my behalf. “What are you doing here?”

“Hey,” I replied with the same level of clumsiness. Trying to pull myself together for the big part, I pushed past the shyness that was slowly beginning to creep in, before continuing. “I have something important that I need to say.”

They were listening. She was listening. 

"Hope Kamani," I proclaimed in my loudest, deepest and most mature and serious-sounding voice possible (which still came out an octave higher than intended). "You are the prettiest girl in our whole class. Actually, the prettiest girl in the entire world! At least, as far as I know.” 

At that, a quiet smattering of "oooooh" sounds rippled around the room (because at this point, I had gotten the attention of the entire class). I noticed Hope's eyes widened in surprise, her mouth forming a little 'o' shape as she looked around at her equally rapt audience of classmates. 

I went on with my passionate speech, unable to fight the big old grin spreading across my face at this next bit.

"And I don’t just mean that you look pretty. You do, but you are also funny, smart, so very nice, and just… really, really cool. I love you, Hope. I can't help but love you!" I grabbed her little hand in both of mine. 

Here goes nothing…

“So… will you mar--”

I couldn’t even finish the sentence. You know why? Because I was rudely cut off. The bloody sound of Hope’s high pitched, piercing laughter cut me off like a harsh knife. The raucous peal of Hope's laughter drowned out all the words I was meant to say next, sending my soaring confidence into a spiralling freefall. "HAHAHA! Oh my days, Ezekiel! You're TOO funny!" She doubled over, not even trying to suppress the obnoxiously loud uproar, hands clutching her stomach as tear-inducing cackles of mirth poured out of her mouth. 

That wasn’t meant to happen… 

At this point, most of my fellow classmates joined in on the laughter. I felt my face begin to hot up in humiliation. Crestfallen, I opened and closed my mouth uselessly, trying to get another word in. I briefly glanced at Eshe, and she looked even more uncomfortable than she was at the start… Disappointed, too. And slightly apologetic. I looked across the room to where Sebastian and I were sitting, I saw that he was still there, but he didn’t look too happy at how things turned out. Even he knew this plan had backfired spectacularly. I desperately tried to regain control of this spiralling situation I’d suddenly found myself in.

"B-but I'm being serious!" I sputtered helplessly, my voice cracking with hurt and embarrassment as I fought back pitiful tears. That horrible sound only intensified from there.

Her mocking laughter reached fever pitch, each explosive bray beginning to feel like a physical blow. My vision began blurring as the salty tears escaped, the shame pouring over my face and burning my cheeks. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I pivoted on one foot and bolted out of the cafeteria, hoping my sudden retreat would spare me from further ridicule. But there was no escaping that awful noise. The sound of cruel mirth pouring out of that dreaded room. The mortification was too much for my fragile 5-year-old ego to bear. I hid by the coat pegs right outside our classroom. When I knew that I was finally alone, the dam broke. Broken sobs started coming out, wracking my tiny frame as the echoes of merciless cackles coming from the cafeteria chased after me, haunting my every step. 

At that moment, I felt so small and stupid, like everyone was laughing at how pathetic I was for thinking a girl like Hope could ever want someone like me. I now refer to that feeling as “Kamani-ness.”

I cried for quite a while… right until I had no tears left. My face felt flooded with scorching embarrassment so intense I thought I might faint. What did I do wrong? Nothing went how I scripted it. Nothing went according to plan at all!  This...this wasn't at all how I'd imagined it playing out. Where was the breathless joy? The teary acceptance of my gallant proposal? The swell of music and admiring applause?! Or at the very least, some basic dignity and respect. Like, she didn’t have to say yes to me. But there was no need to be that mean about it!

END OF EXCERPT.

Hope you guys enjoyed! I know it's a bit long lol. But I wanted to give the full flashback! I'm quite proud of it.

It leads to a full-on rivalry between the two kids... it's a lot of fun. They're sort of frenemies (like, they don't like each other, but they don't hate each other either. Plus, they're always hanging out. By choice).

Tagging these folks to go next if they wish: @mysticstarlightduck, @mjparkerwriting, @clairelsonao3, @gummybugg, @leisoree, @isabellebissonrouthier, @fire-but-ashes-too, @winterandwords, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @sam-glade, @toribookworm22, @sleepyowlwrites, @dragonedged-if, @yourlocalcryptidinthewoods, @soph1333, @janec23, @jay-avian, @fayeiswriting, @rbbess110, @pb-dot, and @the-stray-storyteller.

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Hiya, it's Sunday and that means you get an ask! Courtesy of Athena's ask-a-thon, here's your question.

Would you ever write a crossover between multiple wips/ ocs worlds and timelines etc?

So sorry for the late response, @yesireadbooks. But this is a really good ask! Thank you so much for this.

I think about this all the time…

I have wondered what it would be like if my OCs from different works were to meet/interact. Like a super special crossover episode of some sort!

In fact, I've played around with the idea of interdimensional travel in my writing before. I contemplated using it as a side plot of my Aurelian University series that I have been meaning to post for almost a year now (I am so late in posting it. I announced it ages ago lol). If I set it up well enough, and it works well within that story, then maybe I could write AUs and special pieces of interdimensional travelling characters spanning different settings and worlds where other stories I've written, and possibly meet some of the characters that live there.

Thanks again for the ask!

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Out-of-Context Line Tag Game

Thank you so much to @illarian-rambling for tagging me.

Haven't done one of these in a minute! Here we go...

Hope you guys like this one! Here's a piece from a new project I've been working on (currently has no official title, but it's a teen romcom type of situation):

I can't quite put my finger on what separates Tyler from the rest of her discarded conquests. He's certainly a douche-y enough specimen - the kind of pseudo-intellectual, athletic, popular rich kid bro-type that normally triggers maximum revulsion from me on a cellular level. With his bargain bin hipster aesthetic and deluded ambitions of becoming the next big SoundCloud rap sensation, he fits the mold of I've come to associate with Hope's typical boyfriend choices to a T. Like, he's definitely her type, so this sort of thing is to be expected. I shouldn't be this bothered by him. But this time just hits different somehow.

Tagging these people to go next: @mysticstarlightduck, @gummybugg, @janec23, @winterandwords, @jay-avian, @ashwithapen, @clairelsonao3, @soph1333, @sarandipitywrites, @mjparkerwriting and @sarahlizziewrites.

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Snippet of a brand new project!

Enjoy!

Hope Kamani never fails to get on my last nerve.

I can’t stand her entitled little princess act, her incessant chatter about trivial crap, her impeccably flawless appearance that seems to mock anyone else's attempt at looking decent. Don’t even get me started on her so-called "confidence." It's like she's compensating for something, always strutting around like she's better than everyone else. She parades around like she's the absolute epitome of poise and grace. Constantly trying to fill some void within herself by projecting this facade of self-assurance onto the world, because nobody is genuinely that self-assured. Not really. Her confidence, the way I see it, seems about as genuine as a cubic zirconia – shiny on the surface, but lacking any real substance beneath. Sure, she walks with her head held high with a perfect posture and speaks with unwavering conviction. Sure, she’s pretty and popular. Sure, she’s good at getting others to like her. But that’s not what true confidence is. It’s not about the validation you get from others. Confidence isn't measured by how loudly you proclaim your greatness; it's measured by how you carry yourself when nobody's watching. Would Hope be as smug as she was if she wasn’t showered with adoration 24/7? Who knows…

(More below!)

I hate how she never stops talking. She’s always got something to say. I hate her sharp tongue. Her motor mouth. It's like she's on a constant mission to verbally eviscerate anyone who dares to cross her path. There's no filter, no hesitation, just a relentless stream of cutting remarks and biting sarcasm that leaves you reeling in her wake. She wields words like a weapon, slicing through the air with surgical precision, leaving no room for rebuttal (even though I’ll always try regardless. I’m an idiot like that). I despise her inexplicable need to correct everyone's grammar, her constant barrage of sarcasm that she probably thinks passes for wit. Some people really aren’t as funny or as smart as they believe they are. Hope Kamani definitely believes that she is funny. And smart. And I hate that about her.

Partially because it’s sort of true. She is smart. I hate how smart she is… I also hate how her smarts seem to go unnoticed, even to her. It's like she's walking around in her own little bubble of obliviousness, completely unaware of the awe and envy she inspires in everyone around her. She outshines everyone with ease, to the point where she’s blinded by her own light. Don't even think about trying to engage her in a debate; she'll slice you to pieces with her logic and wit before you can even stutter out a response. It's like she's on a mission to prove to the world that she's the queen of intellect, leaving the rest of us scrambling to keep up. She, on the other hand, is great at keeping up. It’s like her superpower. If she finds herself lagging behind, best believe she’ll surpass you before the finish line. She has the enduring strength of relentless waves crashing against the shore, wearing down even the sturdiest of obstacles in her path. She doesn't just keep up; she surges forward with an unstoppable momentum that leaves everyone else trailing in her wake. It's like she's powered by some unseen force, some insatiable drive to excel and surpass all expectations.

Her mind is like a galaxy unto itself, swirling with ideas and thoughts that mere mortals can only dream of grasping. Tapped into a reservoir of knowledge and imagination that transcends the mundane boundaries of everyday existence. It's as if she exists on a different plane of reality, where the rules of logic and reason bend to her will and the possibilities are limited only by the confines of her own boundless imagination. Why can’t she see that she’s light-years ahead? She’s a million miles away even as she’s right beside you. I hate that about her even more.

I’m sick of her insufferable attitude. I hate the way she carries herself all the time. She has this constant aura of superiority, as if the world owes her something just for existing. It’s not like she’s ever said that aloud, but you don’t need to say something out loud to think or believe it. And I bet she does. Her presence, her actions, the way she simply enters a room - it all demands this respect. This level of reverence and authority. I hate how effective it is, how she always ends up being the center of everyone’s attention. I hate how hard it is to say no to her. How I always kind of want to give her what she wants, even though she rarely deserves it. It's infuriating how she exudes this air of invincibility, as if she's somehow immune to the trials and tribulations of ordinary life.

More than anything else, though, the one thing I can’t stand about Hope is her face. Her stupid face. Her condescending smirk that suggests she's somehow superior to everyone else around her. It's like she revels in making me feel small, always ready with a quip or a sarcastic remark to cut me down to size. She does it all - every verbal jab, insult, tease - with this infuriating smirk, like she's reveling in the chaos she creates. As if she's privy to some cosmic joke that the rest of us are too dense to understand. It's enough to make you wonder if she takes pleasure in seeing the pain she inflicts, if she gets some sick thrill out of reducing people to rubble with nothing more than her words.

I can’t stand that face she makes when she knows she’s got the upper hand. It holds this bizarrely impressive power to make me want to scream into a pillow out of nowhere. It makes my heart and my mind race at a million miles an hour like I’m in a frantic relay race with no finish line in sight (and I hate running). I bet she practices it in the mirror or something - she seems to have perfected it over the years. The smirk, the way her eyebrows kind of arch slightly… It works every single time without fail.

No, I don't care how fit Hope Kamani thinks she looks with that arched eyebrow and smirk - it never fails to make me mad. But despite my best efforts to avoid her pulling me down with her… Kamani-ness, you already know I'll be back at her place at the end of the week. I can’t help but look forward to going to her house.

#I think we all know someone like this lol #their relationship goes through a ton of ups and downs in the story #it has been very fun to write so far lol #but yeah #hope you guys enjoyed this one #it almost gives lacy vibes lol #you know the Olivia Rodrigo song? #it reminds me of that #writerblr #writing #original content

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Hi Rickie, happy WBW!

A random one this time: tell me a joke that can be heard in your setting? Is there an equivalent of 'X, Y, and Z walk into a bar'?

"You know you're in my neighbourhood when almost every conversation you hear both starts and ends with "Alright, mate."

Not really a "joke" per se... but it sort of fits, so I thought I'd share it with you lol.

As far as the whole 'X, Y, and Z walk into a bar' thing goes...

A chav, a hipster, and a regular townie walk into a Greggs... and somehow end up having an existential debate over the moral implications of sausage rolls versus vegan pasties. They all end up ordering the same thing - a good old-fashioned sausage roll. Because who can resist one of those?

These are both from a new project I've been working on with my sister!

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Happy WBW! What does coming of age look like in your world? At what age is someone an adult and what does being an adult mean? Are there ceremonies to mark this, less formal social shifts, or just a legal change?

I'm so late to respond to this one lol. But thanks for the ask, @acertainmoshke! It's greatly appreciated <3

The thing is, most of my stories actually take place in the real world, so it's hard to answer this one in a particularly interesting way haha. It's basically whatever it is here! The majority of my stories take place in the UK (unless stated otherwise), and over here, you are legally an adult at 18. The legal consent age is 16, though, which is... yeah. For a while that used to confuse me a whole lot lol.

I have experimented with different genres like fantasy (because I love reading it!) and I have tried my hand at creating fictional worlds and lore and all. But at this time of my life, that doesn't tend to be the type of thing I focus on.

What I will say, though, is that the idea of coming of age is very prevalent in my work a lot of the time, even without directly intending for it. I often write characters that are around my age or younger, and growing up/shifting to different stages of life is such a big theme by default. I'm also a very character-driven writer a lot of the time, too (planning to make a YouTube video all about how I create my characters, actually! Stay tuned for that), and so a lot of the time when I address the theme of coming of age, it will affect different characters in different ways depending on who they are and what their life is like. Some of them want to get tattoos. Some of them don't. Some of them look forward to getting their driver's licence. Some of them don't. Some of them like to drink and party and some of them just want to chill at home in their rooms (like me).

Some of them are religious, which adds a layer to things as well. There are little coming of age elements to a lot of faiths... I grew up in the Catholic church, for example, and one big thing in primary school (I was about 8 years old when I did it) was First Holy Communion. It was a really big deal at the time lol. I got to dress up all pretty and everything... anyways, I integrated that into one of my main works (the Steph trilogy). Basically, two characters used to go to the same Catholic primary school, and they would often reminisce about their time at primary school, as you sometimes do. Sometimes they'd reflect on their First Holy Communion as well, especially when a younger relative goes through the same thing themselves and need to prepare for it. It's fun to write this stuff, especially since I've been through it myself.

So, yeah. Hope that answers your question! Thanks again for the ask.

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✨🌼❤️🌹✨ this is the you are amazing award! Send it to ten bloggers you think are wonderful or just take a moment to bask in your own awesomeness! ✨🌹❤️🌼✨

Aaawwww! <3

Thanks, @mysticstarlightduck.

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I am so behind on asks/tag games lol

This is what happens when you disappear for over a month…

I have 35 posts in my inbox. And I have been tagged for games and things all throughout Lent. But I have taken time away from Tumblr, so couldn’t really look at them or answer them at all.

Apologies for the delay. Now that I’m back, I’ll try and get through all of them as quickly as possible.

Starting today!

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I love games! And questions.

Also, I have been away for a while, so I could use a bit of interaction with others again lol. I’ve missed it!

Are you a writer who likes tag games?

I'm trying to be more active here and build a group of people that I can tag and get tagged in return.

Please interact with this post to get on my tag list and reblog to boost.

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Steph's Crew - Character Aesthetics

Last but not least, Alice!

Here's Alicecore:

This fits. I don't know if it needs all that much explanation lol.

Although I will say, a lot of the pictures that came up for Alice came up for Elise as well. Maybe because there's a bit of similarity between the two names...

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Steph's Crew - Character Aesthetics

It's Dylan time!

Here's Dylancore:

I'm not so sure this one fits as much as the others do... I mean, there's nothing sports-related lol. However, there is an emphasis on people and hanging out with friends, which does fit nicely (Dylan is very much a people-oriented person), and a lot of these take place outdoors, which also works well for him.

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Steph's Crew - Character Aesthetics

I was meant to post this before...

Remember the character moodboards I made for Steph and Bret? Here are the links to them:

I have some for the other crew members now! Here's the one for El.

Elisecore:

This totally fits her imo.

Tbh, there were so many good pictures... I couldn't include all of them, but yeah. This was definitely the easiest one to find pictures for.

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Lizzy's new album is so beautiful!

She's done it again lol. I love her music so much, man...

#rickie-the-storyteller #not writing #lizzy mcalpine #older #i love her so much #artists like lizzy inspire me so much #they make me want to be a better writer #some of these songs remind me of some of my OCs too lol #maybe that's why I enjoyed the album so much.. #but yeah #I heard something gorgeous and I wanted you guys to hear it too #that's all #Spotify

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New video!

Tbh, this is just me reusing old material... it's the same results from this poll I did a while back:

I just wanted to post something lol. I have only really been able to post YouTube videos once per month due to how freaking busy I've been with university and work. Hopefully, I'll be able to post more in future, since it's coming close to the end of my academic year.

Anyways, let me know if you agree with the poll results lol. I may actually do a more detailed video discussion on YouTube about my favourite romance tropes... I think that'll be a ton of fun!

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At the Gazebo - Chapter 1 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1434747836-at-the-gazebo-chapter-1?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=rickiethestoryteller In the quiet solitude of an old gazebo, Sheila finds solace in the memories of her lost love, Jeremy. Every day, she returns to the place where he once proposed, seeking refuge from the pain of her grief. But when a spirited young filmmaker, Lindsey, stakes her claim to this spot for a college project, Sheila's sanctuary is shattered. Forced to share her sacred space with a stranger, Sheila grapples with emotions she thought long buried. As tensions simmer between the two women, an unexpected crisis threatens to upend their lives and the fate of the gazebo itself. With their worlds colliding in unexpected ways, Sheila and Lindsey must set aside their differences and work together to save what matters most. "At the Gazebo" is a poignant tale of friendship, healing, and the power of human connection. Join Sheila and Lindsey on a journey of discovery as they navigate the complexities of grief, forgiveness, and the resilience of the human spirit. This is a tale of love, loss, healing and unlikely friendship.

#coping #friendship #healing #lostlove #redemption #schoolshooting #sliceoflife #tragedy #unlikelyfriends #womensfiction #youngadult #general-fiction #books #wattpad #amreading

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Steph's Crew - Bonus Scene

Here's a little Easter surprise for y'all! It's been a while since I've done one of these...

Here's a little text conversation between Bret and Elise after a falling out they've had. Enjoy!

At the Shopping Mall

(Elise is shopping by herself, when all of a sudden, she gets a text from the last person she was expecting to contact her. She sighs upon seeing who it is. He has a lot of nerve)

Bret: (texts) Hey.

Elise: (texts back) I thought I told you to leave me alone, Bret.

Bret: (texts) Actually, you didn't. You told me not to call you, or follow you. Or speak to you. You never mentioned texting.

Elise: (texts back) I thought it kind of went without saying.

Bret: (texts) Does it, though? You didn't make that clear

Elise: (texts back) OK. Well, then, I'm super busy rn. And I really, REALLY do not want to speak to you right now. Or ever. Piss off. Does that make it clear?!

Bret: (after a while) No entiendo.

Elise: Bret for the love of God, leave me alone!

Bret: Oh, come on, El. We really need to talk!

Elise: I have literally nothing to say to you. And I doubt you have anything of value to say to me, so why not skip the whole thing and move on?

Bret: OK, that's not fair. How come you get to share your side, and your feelings in this situation, but not me? Maybe I have my own reasons why I handled things the way I did. Maybe I have my own feelings and thoughts about this whole ordeal. And maybe I DO have some stuff of value that I need to express. Ever thought of that?

Elise: Do you actually?

Bret: You think I'd be reaching out to you if I had nothing to say?

Elise: (pauses, then responds) Alright then, B. Tell me your side.

Bret: Fr?

Elise: Yeah, go right ahead. I'd love an explanation as to how a person could even think of doing something quite so cruel. I'm listening.

(A few more seconds pass. Then, Bret calls Elise. This startles her, but she shakes it off and answers him)

I typically like to give context, but I think I'll keep the explanations to a minimum and let the scene speak for itself. I'm not telling you what Bret did, or what this particular fight was about. I am not even going to share which book this is from (although I'm sure some people may be able to guess).

I like the way we left this one off, though... leaves space to imagine how the phone call went lol. The conversation goes on for a little while after this, and they do eventually make amends in the story.

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