So, I’m tooling along revamping what I thought was book two
of Elyrian Brides when my muse pulls me up short. And a new character I have never thought of
just shows up out of the blue. Truth be
told I had toyed with the idea of an around the way girl but nothing in
detail. Also, not as a main character,
more of a supporting character.
My muse had other ideas.
Up popped her story, back story, opening scene and lines! LOL Here’s a
snippet:
“But, girl, they’re yellow.”
Sancecrea Jeane’ Wilson’s neck did the
black girl neck twist like no one else could.
With it she could curse you out, crack you up, and piss you off all with
the one move.
“And their money is still green! Don’t be no fool!”
Her friend Denay scrunched up her
face. “Say what you want, Crea, but it
is weird. I ain’t hanging out with no
yellow dudes. You can go over there
without me.”
Sancerea, or Crea to her friends shook her
head in disgust as she got up from the table and made her way through the noisy
crowd in the club toward the group of yellow men who had just arrived. The aliens had their own VIP section and any
and all black women were welcome to party with them. Well, if you could call it partying.
They kept a section just for themselves
and female guests. They bought bottles
and rounds a plenty but they drank none of it.
They seemed to enjoy the company of the women.
Crea had her eye on one in particular but
every time she saw him her mind went blank.
Everything about him said trouble in flashing neon letters. Crea was well accustomed to the type and she
wanted to get next to the yellow one yet to be named, as she thought of him, in
the worst way.
Every time she tried someone, another
Elyrian or black chick seemed to be in her way.
She had peeped him checking her out from time to time. He always smiled and winked at her then went
back to talking to whoever he was talking to at the time. He always seemed to be in the midst of party
but not part of it.
All the Elyrians had cash to burn or long
money. Somehow, though, she got the
feeling that he was the one in charge.
He excited her and scared her a little, too. All the more reason for her to get next to
him.
I love my muse. Truly
I do but she is a bit of a trickster. Or
perhaps she’s just smarter than me. I’m
all ready to head to Elyria and begin the next story. I am quite amused at the twists and turns for
Octavia. Poor Kade is all I’m going to
say.
However, my muse says there are other stories to tell on this
side of the universe before I head on over to Elyria.
In the meantime though, here is chapter 17 of The Thief of
Callandaria.
