Writer of Stories.

Writer of Stories.

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Preview of "Instead of This"

I'm pleased to share a rough draft of the first present day account in the third Mind Breaker book, "INSTEAD OF THIS", coming soon! 





PRESENT DλY
Tuesday, July 30th 

She’s sitting on the edge of her seat. 
She’s not nervous. She’s literally sitting on the edge. Her blond hair is pulled into a half-hearted ponytail, little wisps of feather light locks fall around her face. I haven’t seen her in three weeks, and it seems unnatural for her to have lost so much weight, but she’s even skinnier than I remember. 
 Liz is a fighter. She’s never sat back and watched anyone else take the reins. I have to admit, over the years I’ve questioned where her heart is, but I can see now that she’s a person. She’s not just a Mind Breaker. She’s scared and alone, and she needs to know it will all be okay.
As Cain and I are exiting the treatment room, Liz is sitting outside the door. I can only assume she’s been waiting for her turn. I was informed that the other Mind Breakers are receiving the same radiation therapy that I am, but they weren’t sharing the same easy recovery. Liz looks tired, but I’m not sure if it’s because of the cure they’ve come up with or just general weariness from being held against her will. Or it could be because of Tom.

I wonder if they’ve found him.

I want to speak to her, but I’m afraid to ask Cain if he’ll stall for us. He did it once for Jack and me, but the one time I saw Amos Cain rushed us through the hall as if speaking would jeopardize something crucial. Just to test the water, I slow my pace and force him to turn around to make eye contact with me. 

He follows my gaze as it travels to Liz, and he knows. 

“Take a seat, Denni,” he instructs me. “I need to speak with someone. Don’t move. I’ll be watching.”

He tries to sound a lot more menacing than he actually is, but I know the true nature of Cain by now. At first, I was afraid of his giant frame and scarred features, but I’ve come to realize that the true nature of people are found on the inside. After all, every Mind Breaker I’ve met was a true person inside and out. 

I just wish the rest of the world could see that as well.

Liz doesn’t notice when I take a seat next to her. I’m sure she knows I’m here, but she refuses to look up from the floor. Her eyes are set on the tiles. I nudge her gently in the side, and she sighs to acknowledge me. There’s one guard standing outside the office Cain just disappeared through. He’s not paying much attention to us, so I take a chance and whisper as low as humanly possible.

“I’ve seen Jack and Amos,” I tell her. “They were fine as of last week.”

Liz takes another breath. This time in relief. I see her close her eyes and continue to breathe slow and deep.

“Have they… have you gone in yet?” I ask.

She nods once. Then mutters, “This is my last round.”

“Mine, too. How do you feel?”

“Numb.”

I understand completely. Before, when I still had MB1 in my system, I felt the effects of mind control throughout my entire body. I could sense emotions at the highest level, feeling everything others felt around me, as well as have a deeper sense of my own feelings. I’ve yet to try controlling anything, but I know that will be gone too. My ability to manipulate minds and move objects has seen its last days. But I don’t really mind. I’ve known a life before being a Mind Breaker. It’s the others I worry about. They’ve never known anything else. Liz and the rest of the Original Seven were volunteered at birth for a drug trial that was supposed to guarantee intelligence, but it changed their lives. The control they’ve always known is now something they’re going to have to learn to live without. I can’t imagine how their bodies are reacting from the radiation and the counter drug. 

It’s got to be hell feeling absolutely nothing for the first time in your life.

“I need to tell you something,” Liz speaks softly. “It’s about Oliver.”

I lean closer so she won’t have to raise her voice. “Are they looking for him, too?”

“No. He’s not who you think. He’s—”

Cain appears again from the office and interrupts us before Liz can finish her confession. He pulls me from my seat a little forcefully, probably to show his authority in front of the other guard. I give him a pleading expression, but he holds a poker face. Liz watches us travel down the hall, her eyes falling back to the floor once we turn the corner.

“She was going to tell me something important,” I rile at Cain.

He lets himself show a bit of sympathy. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t give you much time. It’s getting harder to let things slip around here. But I’ve heard some good news.”

“What’s that?”

“You’ll have a bit more freedom once their done administering the cure. They figure if you don’t have your power, you’re not much of a threat anymore.”

I look to the metal bracelet around Cain’s wrist. It’s magnetic and meant to deter us from using our control. “I thought they had that covered,” I let out in contempt.

He sees where my eyes have landed on the bracelet and gives me a curt nod. 

“They’re still scared, Denni. They’re covering all the bases.”

“Are you scared?” I ask.

“Of course,” he admits, “but not as much with you.”

I like to think he’s paying me a compliment, but it stings to hear him confess such fears. If he’s afraid of the other Mind Breakers, he should be just as afraid of me. I’m no different. Not really.

“Is it because you trust me?”

He swallows. “I do. And I trust the others too. It’s just…” We’re at my room, so he stops to unlock the door. “I know what happened to Nathan wasn’t his fault. He couldn’t help it. Losing control isn’t something any of you expect, but it happens.”

I know what he’s trying to say. Cain thinks I’ve got a better grip on my abilities than the others. He’s afraid that one of them will eventually slip and aim their loss of control in his direction. After learning that our gift is also our flaw, the wait to go crazy has taken up camp at the front of all our minds. We know it’s possible. The control that allows us to manipulate others is beginning to backfire. Nathan and Makenna were the first to show signs. Eventually, we’ll all go crazy. But maybe this cure will actually work.

After today, our powers will be a distant memory. 

After today, no one will have to be afraid anymore.
 



Sunday, October 11, 2015

Instead of This: Blog Tour & Synopsis


It's almost time to reveal the final cover for The Mind Breaker Accounts!
For this special occasion, I'm setting up a blog tour!
October 22-27th, six bloggers will be posting a piece of the final cover along with some extra insight on all the characters, Q&As from some special guests, and a look at where they think the Mind Breakers might end up. On the last day of the tour, October 27th, I will be posting the full cover HERE on my blog!

I've also added the synopsis for the third book, Instead of This, on Goodreads.
Click here to add it to your shelf!

Here is the schedule for the blog tour:


Thursday, Oct. 22nd - Bryce (Jack) http://www.novelstosong.com
Friday, Oct. 23rd - Abbey (Amos) http://abbeybooksandmore.blogspot.com
Saturday, Oct. 24th - Catheryn (Alivien) http://www.thebooklioness.blogspot.com 
Sunday, Oct. 25th - Ana (Denni) http://www.analoves.com
Monday, Oct. 26th - Sarah (Avery) http://www.alwaysandforeverfangirling.wordpress.com
Tuesday, Oct. 27th - Bea (Liz) http://www.abookwithbea.wordpress.com


Can't wait! 

-Megan.


Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Random Bethyl Feels

****SPOILERS****


I'm on a Walking Dead high/low. 
The countdown for season 6 is getting so close, and I've decided to make the time go by re-watching the entire show from the beginning. Doing such, I came across my love for Daryl and Beth, again. It's been a while since I've had an OTP this severe, and I was devastated when she died. So, my way of coping was to write. Duh. I'm a creative thinker. My coping mechanism with anything is to write it all down. Yes. Instead of working on my own books, I took the time to do this. Sorry not sorry.

I loved it so much, I wanted to share it.
Here is a small scene from Daryl's POV after Beth dies.
I wanted to dig deeper into how he was feeling.


The worst thing he could possibly feel was creeping along his skin like spiders on a web. The loss ate at his bones, licking them like fire. It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. One second, she was there. And now, she was just gone.
What had he done to bring this upon himself? He’d never wanted to feel in the first place. Keeping people at a distance was his forte, but she’d broken his barrier. She’d torn down the walls that surrounded his heart and his mind, burrowing deep and latching on with innocence and a sense of security unlike anything he’d ever known. Was it possible to take it all back? Could he blink and somehow wake up, realizing it was all a dream?
A terrible nightmare.
A horrific thought.
Not real or true.
No.
This pain was real. He knew that. It didn’t make sense that losing someone could physically hurt. His muscles seized at his core. They sent shudders of heartbreak up and down his spine. Over and over again. He was losing his breath. He was blind from the tears. Silently, he prayed that the salt in his eyes would wash over his entire body, sweeping him away from the earth and on to her. Wherever she was.
It did happen, he reminded himself. Everything that happened, it was real.
I was falling in love with her.
He hadn't understood it at first, but he'd felt the pull toward her--that ache inside that told him to open up. To let her in.
I love her, he thought.
With tremendous effort, he lifted himself off the ground. He’d placed her body among the flowers. They were the color of her hair, bright and golden yellow. Tiny rays of sun illuminated her face. Her features remained quiet and still. Eerily still. Why had it taken him so long to realize she was beautiful? Something so fragile didn’t belong in this world. It was a cruel joke to believe that it was all for a reason. She’d believed it, but could he? Now that she couldn’t remind him to be good, would he be able to live as that person? She saw it in him, even when he didn’t. She’d become everything he didn’t think he could be, and now he was nothing. He couldn’t be anything without her.
Flashes of the moments they’d shared came to him in giant waves. They crashed again him, slowly corroding what remained of the hope he'd found. If he closed his eyes long enough, he could still see her smile. He could still feel the nerves of awkwardness and sparks that shot between them. Something had been happening. Something had been building, but now it was broken. She was the light at the end of the tunnel, but someone came along and blew it out. He’d never forget it, and he most certainly would never forgive.
The others were beginning to scatter. He could still hear the cries of her sister in the distance. It was a mournful sob that didn’t sound human. It was guttural and crushing. It wasn’t that he couldn’t understand their pain. After all, they’d lost her too. But it was different for him. They’d lost someone. For him, he’d lost everything. Know one but her would ever know how close he’d come to feeling alive. Could he ever find that again? Would he ever want to?
Each step back to the group felt like bricks weighing him down to the earth. One wrong move and he would fall through the sinking ground. Down, down, down. He was already being swallowed by grief, what would a little dirt do to him now? He’d be with her. They’d share a grave together. Something inside him was already dead, so what would it matter if he actually was? It was just a technicality. One shot through the skull, just like her. That’s all it would take. They’d truly be able to feel each other’s pain.

But he couldn’t do that. She wouldn’t want him to. And he was too much of a coward to try.