I’ve posted what is, for now, the final chapter of the “Journal” series. I say “maybe” in the title of this post because there’s a possibility that I’ll write another story for this series sometime down the road, but I can’t promise anything. I said this in my author’s note, but I’ll say it again here: there will probably be a sequel to Fumbling, but it will not be about Titanic. Thanks for reading, readers!
Category: Fumbling Toward Ecstasy
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Chapter 11: Now
Brynne stood outside Jeremy’s door, scrutinizing the actions she was about to take. She raised her hand to knock on the door, but then lowered it and turned on her heel to walk away. This was crazy. She couldn’t do this. She took a few steps … but stopped and turned back to the door. (more…)
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Chapter 10: Uh-Oh
Brynne opened her eyes and found herself staring up at an unfamiliar ceiling. She was lying down in a bed that was not hers, and she had a massive headache. When she turned her head to find out where she was, the room spun, and she closed her eyes to try to get it to stop. (more…)
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Chapter 9: The Adversary
At 11:00 P.M., lookouts Frederick Fleet and Reginald Lee were eagerly awaiting the end of their shift. It was freezing up in the crow’s nest, with the wind hitting the two men at 22 knots. Fleet brought a pair of binoculars to his eyes and peered out at the open sea ahead of them. (more…)
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Chapter 8: Boundaries
Brynne stalked into her stateroom, Carmen right behind her. “Don’t start, Carmen; I don’t need to hear it.” Brynne cut Carmen off before the other woman even had a chance to begin. “How could you do that to me?” (more…)