After a severe writing slump that lasted most of a month, I am writing again! I have started my sixth prequel. Six of seven. It will be hard to say goodbye to the vampires after writing Sophia's story. Of course, it might just mean I need to start writing forward again!
In addition to the Blue Moon House prequels, I have been putting extra time into some of my serial projects. These are the pieces that recur on my weekly features. The obvious one is Serial Sunday. Rising Up has just started, but unlike some of my other serial projects, I have already finished writing it, which is why it can have a title. Things like Irene and Owen's story, which has been occupying Saturdays AfterDark, are still growing and changing, so they don't have a title. I also have this inkling of an idea for the anti-millionaire story that would be posted in serial format. I just don't think there's a market for parody of the trope. However, I intend to enjoy writing the unromantic.
My fairy story has completely stalled. It had started as something more than paranormal erotic and somehow devolved into smut. I'm not even sure it's erotica anymore, it just seems to be sex, sex, more sex, tiny plot, more sex. Where did I go wrong? It was such a fun setting and characters and then, poof, it's smut. I'm very disappointed.
Regardless, I want to end these segments by sharing something unedited, fresh on the page and this is it. I'm actually just now typing this up from my notebook (it's that new). This is the scene following the chapter where Gwendolyn loses her virginity.
Gwendolyn felt foolish, but she cried all the same. It wasn't from the pain, that had dulled to a faint throb. No, it was something else, something taken from her, something lost.
Sophia wrapped once on the door before opening it. Gwendolyn hadn't even closed her robe.
"Oh, Lyn," Sophia crooned, coming to her side and cradling the girl's head on her breast. "I can't stay long," she warned. "This will pass, just like the pain."
"Why am I crying?" she asked. She had chosen this, gone into it willingly.
"Because growing is painful. You are a woman now, more so than before. You also see clearly what this life entails and why no one chooses it."
Gwendolyn shook her head. "I did."
"No, love. Your mother's circumstance brought you here, like so many others who need the money this job provides."
Gwendolyn could understand that, and it reminded her of the medicine she needed.
"Can I work tomorrow?" she asked, wiping away the last of her tears. They were as pointless as tears for her mother. She needed to do, not feel.
Sophia saw the change in her and rose to leave. "Someone will examine you tonight, but most likely, if you want, you will be ready."
Sophia returned some house later, waking Gwendolyn. Prudence came with her.
"Knees up and out," the crone ordered.
Gwendolyn sat up, startled. Prudence pushed on the girl's shoulder, knocking her down again.
"Open up, Gwen," she taunted, pushing her knees apart.
Sophia propped Gwendolyn up, stroking her head. "This will only take a moment."
Prudence's finger swept inside her, then a second joined it. Finally she watched four fingers disappear into her and she squirmed in discomfort. It was bigger than the old man had been.
As quickly as she was stretched, it was over. Prudence stood and slapped Gwendolyn's bare thigh. "Nice tight cunt. You'll make plenty for us, little Gwen."
Gwendolyn ground her teeth at the hated name. She hoped the coughing fits would kill the old woman so the name would die with her.
Sophia stayed, lying back and encouraging Gwendolyn to lie with her. Arms surrounded her, protecting and shielding. Gwendolyn fell back to sleep quickly. Before nodding off, she heard Sophia's reassuring voice.
"You are going to learn and experience so much, Lyn. Everything will be new. Don't fight any of it. Open yourself to it and it will wash over and through you. It will make you stronger."