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Monday, 14 April 2014
Sunday, 13 April 2014
Promo For Fight By Clarissa Wild
FIGHT, #0.5 in the Fierce Series, is out now and completely FREE!
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Synopsis
This is a prequel to the Fierce Series, and it is a short story of 8500 words, or 24 pages. It can be read at any time: Before, in between, or after the books.Mocked. Scolded. Smeared. Betrayed.
From an early age, shy nerd girl Autumn Blakewood didn't know how to fend for herself. Teased and bullied her whole life, she's withdrawing more and more. Not even her broken family can help her get through high school.
Her only friends, Brody and Evie, are both social recluses too, and they seek comfort in each other's support. However, Autumn's friends can't always protect her from her malicious classmates who seem set on destroying what's left of her heart.
When Autumn thinks her life can't get any worse, devastating news rips her family apart. It's up to her to pick up the pieces of her life and find a way to fix everything. Will she find the courage to fight?
What others have to say:
"Exceptionally well written" -- Amazon Review"A Brilliant Short Story!" -- Amazon Review
"A wonderful backstory for the series" -- Amazon Review
Excerpt
Stepping
up the porch, my heart feels like it sinks back into my chest. Coming home isn’t
like it was when I was still young and naïve. Back then I believed everything
was perfect, no problems. Life as a kid is such bliss. Maybe I was just
ignorant, maybe I should’ve seen before that my parents were just playing
pretend for my sake. When I look back now, I’m thankful they did this for me.
But now that I’ve lost my rose-colored glasses, I miss not knowing the struggles
of everyday life.
As my hand drifts over the door handle, their yelling bursts right through the wooden door. This house can’t contain the misery that’s inside it.
Sighing, I enter the house and close the door behind me. I try to be as quiet as I can, hoping they don’t notice I’m here. I don’t want them to involve me in their fight. It’s not me they’re fighting about. I used to think that was the case when I was a little younger, but now I realize what’s really going on.
Money problems.
The steps of the stair creak, and suddenly my mother appears in the door opening. Shit. I’ve been caught.
“Hey!” she says cheerfully, as if she’s all happy. As if they weren’t just arguing.
“What’s up?” I say.
“Well, aren’t you going to say hi? How was your day?”
I sigh. “Just like always.”
“Oh, honey …” She comes closer and places a hand on my arm. I appreciate she’s trying to help me get over it, but it’s not something that I need right now. Besides, I feel like I don’t deserve her pity. She’s got it tough too, and I think their problems are much bigger than mine. I can’t believe she wants to take the time to talk about mine. She’s got enough on her plate as it is.
“Things will be okay,” she says.
“How? They’re not quitting.”
“It will, believe me.”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. She keeps telling me this, but I’ve got my doubts. What bothers me more is that I don’t have a happy family to come home to anymore. My life at school is disastrous, and now my family is breaking down too. I wish things could just go back to the way it used to be. If that’s even possible. Maybe we could just pretend again.
“Mom…”
“What is it?”
I want to ask her if they can stop fighting. If they could make it at least bearable for me at home. If they could turn it into a safe haven again, so the bad feelings won’t follow me here from school.
But then I realize that’s selfish. I can’t ask that from her. “It’s nothing,” I say, and then I run up the stairs.
As my hand drifts over the door handle, their yelling bursts right through the wooden door. This house can’t contain the misery that’s inside it.
Sighing, I enter the house and close the door behind me. I try to be as quiet as I can, hoping they don’t notice I’m here. I don’t want them to involve me in their fight. It’s not me they’re fighting about. I used to think that was the case when I was a little younger, but now I realize what’s really going on.
Money problems.
The steps of the stair creak, and suddenly my mother appears in the door opening. Shit. I’ve been caught.
“Hey!” she says cheerfully, as if she’s all happy. As if they weren’t just arguing.
“What’s up?” I say.
“Well, aren’t you going to say hi? How was your day?”
I sigh. “Just like always.”
“Oh, honey …” She comes closer and places a hand on my arm. I appreciate she’s trying to help me get over it, but it’s not something that I need right now. Besides, I feel like I don’t deserve her pity. She’s got it tough too, and I think their problems are much bigger than mine. I can’t believe she wants to take the time to talk about mine. She’s got enough on her plate as it is.
“Things will be okay,” she says.
“How? They’re not quitting.”
“It will, believe me.”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. She keeps telling me this, but I’ve got my doubts. What bothers me more is that I don’t have a happy family to come home to anymore. My life at school is disastrous, and now my family is breaking down too. I wish things could just go back to the way it used to be. If that’s even possible. Maybe we could just pretend again.
“Mom…”
“What is it?”
I want to ask her if they can stop fighting. If they could make it at least bearable for me at home. If they could turn it into a safe haven again, so the bad feelings won’t follow me here from school.
But then I realize that’s selfish. I can’t ask that from her. “It’s nothing,” I say, and then I run up the stairs.
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