Do you know how long I’ve waited to post this?
Well, no, you probably don’t. But let’s just say that I wrote the story a year ago, made major changes, scrapped the major changes, planned to post it in September, received feedback that made me reconsider, made more edits, and now… it’s finally live. I am so ready to be done with “Bloodrose.” I’m not saying I don’t love it; it’s just that it’s been a long journey.
Here is the prompt that inspired such a story:
A special thank you to Maddie Morrow and Rolena Hatfield for their considerable help with the story, and thanks to everyone else for their feedback as well–you know who you are. Also, thanks for waiting so long for me, Laura. I know I delayed this story for a while. But I guess you did the same to me, so we’re sort of even. 😉
I hope you enjoy the first part of “Bloodrose,” friends!
Maybe this time, there will be blood.
“Are you hurt? Are you bleeding?” Mom kneels next to me with wide eyes and frantically twitching hands.
I tug at the thick material of my sweatpants and touch my legging-covered knee. Doesn’t feel like there’s anything wet. “Nope.”
I almost wish that the fall had broken the skin. It’d be a first.
“Oh, good.” Mom’s whole body sags. “I’m glad you’re okay, sweetie. Just be more careful.”
I literally just tripped and banged my knee. That’s all. But you’d think I had narrowly avoided getting hit by a train.
It sure would be nice to see a train in real life and not just on a textbook page.Read More »