Since Running for Home has ended (*sniff*), I have been writing a few different things. I’m turning my one-shot A Night of Firsts into a full story. I’ve started an angsty little all human, high school piece, but I’m not sure quite where it’s going yet or if it will be a multi-chapter or longerish one-shot. I wrote a one-shot which needs some finishing touches that I hope to use for Fandom for Preemies. And I’ve started an AU story that has been floating around in my mind for some time. Oh, yeah, and there are one-shot plot bunnehs everywhere.
It’s been kind of difficult to have all these things going on at once, and I’m not really sure which direction I want to take. I don’t think I have the time or mental capacity to actively write multiple stories at once, but we shall see.
Right now (and by “right now” I mean “since last night”) my
currently untitled AU story, Here in the Garden of Sin, is winning out. It’s new, it’s different than what I’ve written previously, and it’s a little Darkwardish which I love. I’m not ready to officially post the story yet. Whichever story I decide to concentrate on, I don’t want to begin posting until I’ve written ahead a bit. That way I’ll make sure to cover everything I want to, and I won’t be stressed if I get busy and don’t have time to write for a few weeks.
Butt—with that being said, I’m still going to tease you with the prologue! It is unbeta’d and may change or be deleted entirely, but you get the point. :)
“Pick up, pick up, please pick up!” Alice chanted as she listened to her brother’s phone ring. After what felt like an eternity, it dropped into voicemail. There was no greeting, only the beep indicating the recording had started. “Shit,” she mumbled as she hit the red button on her cell. She dialed again with the same outcome.
Not knowing what else to do, she called the only one who she knew could help.
“Alice, what’s going on?” Carlisle’s concerned voice came over the line. It was unusual for his family to call him while he was working at the hospital, and he was immediately worried that something was terribly wrong.
“It’s Edward,” she answered in a panic. “He’s gone. His future just vanished!”