Hi there, just dropping in to leave this short story for you: Turbulence. I’ve published it before as part of a writing contest under the title "I am Devotee" on a different site that doesn't seem to exist anymore. Anyway, this is a slightly revised version since now I'm not bound to any word count. I hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think.
Lovis
Hey, friends and loyal readers, I'm here just to wave a "I've not given up" flag and let you know that the story (or STORIES lol) is in progress! I've just been really busy with life recently.
I should have a Let it Snow chapter later this week, perhaps on the weekend! And maybe some other stuff... ;)
Thank you for your patience and see you soon!
I dab tiny dots of concealer under my eyes. Looking at them in the mirror, I can't recall a time when I didn't do it. I sit i before my vanity mirror, tilting my head to get the light just right as I soften my features with makeup. I'm immediately satisfied with the way the dark circles from my sleepless nights seem to disappear with each delicate tap of the concealer, blending seamlessly into my skin. It’s a quiet, meticulous work, like an artist's, and I use my clean ring finger to gently lift the corners of my eyes where I suspect-
“Stop obsessing. There’s nothing there, Vee.” I hear Matt's voice behind me, his reflection in the mirror, like he’s reading my mind. It doesn’t take a lot—I'm an open book in a foreign language that he happens to be an expert on. “You’re perfect.”
He dropped his keys in his nervousness to get inside. Knowing her as well as he did, Alara was probably still asleep. After a moment of fumbling, once he finally got the right key in, he placed the food on top of the counter and limped to the kitchen. Jonah hissed as the pain in his right leg grew sharper and the adrenaline wore off, like his body was cooling down and he was finally noticing how bad it actually was. He could feel his own warm blood dripping down his calf now.
A few months ago, right after they moved in, he might have struggled to find what he was looking for, going through the cabinets for a long time before finally finding it. But at this point, they were well acquainted—the first aid kit and him. Jonah crouched down to the floor with a painful sigh and leaned back, shielded by the counters and cabinets around him, just in case Alara decided to wake up.
She'd throw a fit.
Hi everyone,
I've decided I won't post any more of "Love in Troubled Times".
I understand it's probably not what people are used to from me, and I just haven't gotten many hits here anymore after the first two chapters. The lack of comments makes me believe that it's probably not really people's "cup of tea". Thanks to the readers who did comment and let me know, it means a lot, and I'm sorry, I'm not going to post anymore. It's difficult to be confident in my writing when I don't really "see" anyone actually interested. Stay tuned for when the story gets published.
I've put a lot of work into this story, and I am finishing it up at the moment. Hopefully, I can publish it for Kindle in the next couple of weeks.
I write and publish under Dani Deveaux, so follow me on Goodreads, Amazon, or IG if you're interested in my work or want to stay in the loop about "Love in Troubled Times". I've also got several new ideas that I would like to put down as stories, so stay tuned or let me know you're out there if you're interested in my work.
You're also welcome to write to me at deveauxdani18420@gmail.com if you have any questions.
Thanks for reading!
Hugs, Dani
HEY! I should've posted this last week but, ehhh, things got pretty busy! So here it is another chapter of Let it Snow, in which Will begs and Nick complies because he definitely doesn't like her.
HERE's chapter six!
Also, thank you for all the feedback and I'm glad you're enjoying it! I'm thinking about posting the Onde Anda Você update next week, but also, I've been insanely... inspired recently and I might be dropping a few short stories soon? No promises! Because I suck at keeping those. But yeah! See you soon!
Enjoy!
