Yes, yes, another project.

Some of you…. might recognize that title. So I’ll explain myself briefly. 

-begin brief explanation-

I’m doing a serious overhaul on my first completed novel, about six years later. Original story was about a secret agent, a cyborg and a dog being a weird team together. The general concept is still that. I’m changing a lot of things but I still love the characters so I’m getting excited again.

-end brief explanation-

So yeah.

Anyway.

Basically an excuse for me to share new character collages and a tiny bit of baby Cobalt.

Baby Cobalt first.

 

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I had no idea you weren’t supposed to put shiny things in the microwave. Honest.

 

I hit the pause button as soon as it started flickering around and looking . . . well, looking like it was going to blow up. But then I tried to open the door and the handle snapped off.

 

And now my favorite fork was trapped in the microwave with my last marshmallow on it.

 

I kind of screamed.

 

Just a little bit.

 

I tried pulling on the edges of the microwave door to get it open. That broke one of my fingernails and really hurt. But it didn’t open the door.

 

I tried wedging a little knife in there and opening the door that way. The knife slipped and I nearly sliced my hand open. And the door stayed shut.

 

My fork and marshmallow were trapped forever. Entombed in a shiny red microwave coffin. The fork would tarnish and the marshmallow would get all hard and gross and no one could eat it . . . ever. Never ever.

 

I pulled at my hair and walked around in panicked circles in front of the microwave. I was getting a little lightheaded and I forced myself to slow my breathing down so I didn’t hyperventilate.

 

But they were still trapped.

 

I poked at the microwave a bit more. Nothing. I slammed on the button panel. The door jiggled, but then the microwave started up again. I yelped and hit the stop button.

 

So I could get it out, maybe. But that would require blowing up the microwave and probably the house.

 

But my marshmallow . . .

 

Mom and my older sister were out to their “girls’ lunch”, whatever that was. But I had my sister’s phone number memorized. And she knew everything.

 

I scrambled over to the phone and punched in the number. It buzzed against my ear and I bounced on my toes, gripping it tightly.

 

“Please pick up please pick up . . .” I whispered.

 

Finally, on the last ring, that angelic voice came through the speaker.

 

“Cobalt, this better be good.”

 

I let everything out in one breath. “It’s not good, it’s really bad actually because I tried to make my marshmallow all poofy in the microwave so I put it on my favorite fork and put it in there and then . . .”

 

Indigo’s voice cut me off, “Hold it, hold it . . . you put aforkin the microwave? Are you trying to blow yourself up?”

 

“I didn’t know, honest!”

 

A second of off-phone talking, then she replied. “Mom says if you blow up the house she’s putting you up for adoption.”

 

“But Indy, the handle snapped off and now . . .”

 

“Just don’t start the microwave up again. Gotta go.”

 

Click.

 

Tears welled in my eyes.

 

I’d be a marshmallowless, forkless orphan now. I sniffed and rubbed at my eyes with my hoodie sleeve, giving the microwave a hopeless look.

 

“I’m home!” A voice came from the doorway.

 

And a few minutes later, I found that Dad was excellent at opening stuck-shut microwaves.

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And

le cast collages

 

 

 

 

 

(she’s probably technically the newest character? she was a thing for a while in a ditched sequel. I ditched it for being cheesy when I was 13, so that should tell you everything you need to know about that story. Buuuut she was a big part and I’m bringing her back to be Wally’s younger sister so)

 

In general

I’m excited

and

But that’s where the fun starts, right guys?

Anyway, hope you’re all having a great week so far. ❤

See you all…. on Friday, actually. -evil yet nervous laughter-

~writefury