Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Piece of my book...

Here is a ROUGH segment from my book. Still mulling it over in my mind.
Sometimes the people we care about just aren't any good for us. In this scene Karma faces that. Out of context there might be some stuff that makes no sense...but here it is anyway.




When Karma saw Bram she knew he had been drinking. He teetered by her bed and leered down at her.

“I thought you said that getting drunk was for losers.” Karma gulped. Her mouth went dry as she looked up at him in the darkness of her room.

Bram grimaced and hovered over her. He seemed to fade in and out like a bad broadcast. When he spoke he slurred and his voice rasped.

“Shut up. You think you’re better than me all of a sudden? Like hell.”

“What do you want?” Karma pulled the covers up to her chin in fists.

“Calm down. I won’t touch you. I can’t even stand you. I miss you—damn you. But I’m getting outta here.” He groaned and grabbed a handful of his messy, dark bangs.

“Bram.” Karma did not know what to say. Her heart burned.

“Don’t say my name. You haven’t even given me a second thought–have you? You little . . .”
Karma stared as his mouth continued to move but she could no longer hear him and he disappeared and then reappeared. She rubbed her eyes.

“What’s happening?” Karma whispered.

“You’re having a nightmare. And I’m trying to apologize.” Bram laughed without humor.

Karma blinked. Was this a dream? Well if it was then she could fly . . . or drop kick Bram. Or at least say whatever she wanted.

“I’m sorry things are weird with us. I  do miss you. But I don’t want to be with someone like you.” Karma shivered and let out a sharp breath.

Bram shook his head. “Self righteous hypocrite. You’re no different than I am. I want you and you want me back—even if you are ashamed of it.” A crooked smile grew on his face. “I’m still right, you know... about stuff--what we can do. Should do. When you figure that out I won’t be far. You won’t fight it forever.”

Karma stared at Bram feeling pity and some fear. His handsome face was tight with anger.She would not argue with him while he was like his. She needed to cry, but he would want her to.

“Goodbye, Karma. For now. I left it here when you were out. Under your pillow.” Bram flickered and then he was gone.

Karma gasped. Her mind whirred as she stared at where he had been. It was as if the dark room had closed its mouth on him. He was gone.

What a realistic and weird dream. Karma squirmed under the covers, waiting for her heart to slow down and her dream to change. She turned over to get more comfortable and realized her neck felt stiff. She reached one hand under her pillow. When she touched it she knew it was Edward Smythe’s journal.

In the morning when she was sure she was awake, Karma pulled out that book from under the covers. The journal. Her stromach flip-flopped. It wasn’t a dream!

Stuck to the front was a yellow sticky note with two words on it in capital letters: AS PROMISED.

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 These songs always remind me of Bram and Karma.




The origianl version of this song really rocks. But the acoustic is interesting.

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7 comments:

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

It's a great start!

Nykreim said...

Wow, thanks for sharing, love the music too! I can't wait to read more!!

welcome to my world of poetry said...

This is a fantastic start and I wish you well with the rest, somone who can sit and write a story has my admiration.
Thanks for sharing also the music.

Yvonne.

angie said...

Bram and Karma have some serious chemistry.......and issues with their feelings for each other, don't they? :)

Jude said...

Nice teaser you got there

Medeia Sharif said...

Wow @ pic, writing, and music. :)

Tammy Hendricks said...

I'm intrigued....can't wait for more!