Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project - published, submitted, in progress, for your cat - whatever.

“You’re lying to me.”

“Henry, I’m not.”

He stomps his foot and yells, “No, you are! I know what I saw. I’m not crazy!”

She turns away from him, and he wants to scream because he is so tired of secrets and lies. She’s crying, though, and ( Read more... )

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

Emma comes to her office eventually. There’s no way around it, not when Emma is still the sheriff because this is just doing her job. That’s all it is. Regina clenches her fingers around the edge of her desk.

“Congratulations,” ( Read more... )

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

He doesn’t dare get to where he can see the person in the bed, but he can see his mom, the way her shoulders slump and her back curves. He has an urge to run to her, to pull her out of that room, out of this town, to go back home ( Read more... )

It feels unreal, waking up in a half-empty bed. Trudging down to the kitchen to make coffee for one. Listening for the sound of the shower in the bathroom and then-silence.

She’ll need to get Henry up in a little while, but for now, Regina flips through the mail from yesterday, placing the things that still arrive for Emma to the side. Emma’s ( Read more... )

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

Fanfic #1:“Have you found anything ( Read more... )

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

Fanfic #1:Haymitch straightens slowly and says, “Be very careful, Sophie.  Be careful with what you say and what you do ( Read more... )

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

Emma blinks and tries to swallow, to breathe even though the air is so heavy. “Why did you do it?”

There’s a soft laugh from Regina, scornful and sad. “Does it matter?”

“Yes.” Then Emma sighs. “No. I-I don’t know, Regina. Why ( Read more... )

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

Fanfic #1:Emma sighs and curls her knees up closer to her chest.  “Magic.  There has to be something we can do with it ( Read more... )

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

Fanfic #1:Emma bites the inside of her cheek and watches Regina pour a fresh drink, straight to the glass’s brim, her hands shaking and eyes red-rimmed; putting her drink down on Regina’s desk, Emma bows her head and wraps her ( Read more... )

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

Fanfic:

The silence wraps around them again, heavy with all that has happened and all that could happen, and Emma fights through it to just breathe and remember, remember that it’s over, no matter what the price was.  Then Regina ( Read more... )