Thoughts

This week is my partner’s first week of working almost permanently at what was his second job and it’s making my attempts at sorting out a work schedule even more difficult. I’m glad he’s done it, because it should make him less stressed, but at the same time knowing exactly when his shifts were going to be, when he was likely to be back, and the days he would be home was more helpful. Of course, getting used to living with someone is difficult any way. When we were living seperately things were easier, because I always knew when I was going to see him, and it seems as though I had much less to do. (I didn’t though – the only major difference was that I didn’t cook for myself in the evening.)

I’m planning on posting some ‘Write More’ continuations soon and then I have some other stories to write. I want to update some of my website pages. I want to create some more pages, for things like story commissions and ghostwriting, because I want to write more for other people. I’m planning on doing everything I can to make this a successful writing website.

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.

Advance Warning

Prompts session on the 30th of October, for Halloween and the Donor House collection.

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Donor House: Dawn: Talking to Lewis (part 2)

“Very few vampires were ever given a choice,” Lewis replied, sadly. “I did what I thought was best at the time, because I couldn’t ask you what you wanted, and I’m sorry that you sometimes wish I hadn’t made that choice.” He sighed. “My creator changed me because he was lonely.”

Dawn bit her lip. Lewis had never talked to her about when he’d become a vampire, probably because she’d never spent long enough around him for them to have any form of conversation. She didn’t know how to reply, or if he even wanted her to, and it made her feel uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry,” she said finally. “I’ve never been angry with you. Ever. It’s just…” She thought for a moment. “If I had been given a choice I think I would have said yes, and I would still have regretted becoming a vampire occasionally, but I never wanted to be changed by my own grandfather.”

“I never expected to have to change a family member. When I came across you I did honestly think about walking away, because it would be easier, but I couldn’t. Leaving anyone to die would have been impossible and knowing that I would have been leaving my granddaughter…” There was silence, as though Lewis was thinking about what to say next. “Not long before I found you I was thinking about leaving the area. Being around my family, no matter how much I still loved you all, was painful, and I needed some time to deal with everything that had happened, if I had of left I never would have been able to help you. I’ve never been able to decide whether staying was a good thing or not.”

“It was a good thing.” Dawn almost smiled. “I’m grateful for the help you gave me then and the help you’ve given me throughout my life. Maybe becoming a vampire wasn’t something I would have chosen, but most of the time I’m grateful that you cared enough about me to put up with me for eternity.”

“We haven’t spent much of the time you’ve been a vampire together.”

“I know.” Dawn sighed, knowing that her problems had stopped her from having some sort of stability in her life. “That’s going to change, Lewis, because I want to get to know you properly, rather than having occasional phone chats when I need something from you.”

“Although you will need something from me when you get here.” Dawn could hear the smile in Lewis’ voice. “I’ll have a place ready for you by the time you get here and I promise you won’t have to enter the donor house until you’re ready.”

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready,” Dawn replied, honestly, knowing that being around a large group of vampires was never going to be easy.

“Just take your time. I’ll introduce you to a couple of vampires I think might be able to help you and then, if you never are ready, at least you’ll have some friends.”

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.

Donor House: Rex: Saving Melody (part 3)

Rex had never turned anyone into a vampire before. If it hadn’t been for Melody’s accident he never would have and part of him hoped that she wouldn’t wake up. Being a vampire, from the moment he’d woken up as one, had always felt wrong. He didn’t know if it was a universal feeling, because since the day he’d left his creator behind he’d done everything he could to avoid vampires. Spending time around other immortals might have helped him, instead of torturing himself by watching the people he’d been forced to leave behind, but he couldn’t imagine any of them feeling the way he did. All of his creators friends had seemed happy to be vampires.

Carefully, Rex moved Melody in his arms, in an attempt to stop his shoulders from aching. Unlike the vampires he’d read about and seen in films he didn’t have super strength and it had been a long time since he’d had to carry anything heavier than a small shopping bag. Home wasn’t that far away, but it was further than he thought he could carry her. That wasn’t going to stop him from trying, because she needed to be somewhere safe before the sun rose. As a young vampire he’d had really sensitive eyes, so it was possible that she would too, and he didn’t want to cause her more pain.

Sun rise was, thankfully, still hours away. Melody had crashed her car not long after midnight, skidding on something, and he’d been there moments later. That was something he needed to work out an explanation for. He didn’t want to explain to Melody, or her family, that he’d been watching them for years, because he’d been unable to leave his friends and family behind. Of course, there would come a time when they’d leave him. Biting hard on his lip he stared down at Melody. Now he had someone who would never leave him.

Being alone had never been easy for Rex. There were days when all he’d wanted was someone to talk to, but he’d never given in to that need. It was safer, considering the people he most wanted to talk to thought he was dead. Instead he listened to audio books, or occasionally the radio, because then it was a little like someone else was there, and he could chose what he wanted to hear. The television was always full of pro-vampire and anti-vampire propaganda he didn’t want to have to deal with.

At the same time being alone was better than being with his creator. Rex had hated her from the moment he’d set eyes on her and he’d done everything he could to get away from her. Sighing, he looked down at Melody. The last thing he wanted was for her to hate him, which seemed unlikely considering she had chosen to become a vampire, but he didn’t know what was going to happen, and that terrified him. It reminded him of the moment he’d first realised what he’d become.

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.

General Fund Poll (1)

There is currently £10 sitting in the general fund. Over the next few days I’ll be posting a number of polls to see how this money should be spend and this is the first of those polls.

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For every vote I’ll post 500 words of a new story.

Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.