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Happy 4th of July! We’re so proud to showcase our very own multi-talented TLS admin, LayAtHomeMom! She’s the author of some of our favorite fics like Beneath the Branches, Kush, Burning Saints, and Girl Code. I have a feeling we’ll be adding The Freshmen to that list of favorites very soon!
Quarantine has been … interesting.
It’s given me time. Lots of time.
But very little motivation.
Until one night, I curled up on my couch and fell asleep to the dulcet voice of the creepy host of Unsolved Mysteries. The next morning, I woke up with an entire storyline which never, ever happens. Usually I see a scene and build around it, but this was like a gift-wrapped box with a pretty red bow left on my doorstep.
Naturally, I called Carrie ZM immediately and told her the idea. There were several beats of silence, followed by the faint sound of her spritzing herself with some holy water she keeps around her house in the event of phone calls such as these.
I was prepared to go back to the drawing board when she finally spoke. “Oh my,” she said.
And that was all the incentive I needed.
The Freshmen is like the hunch punch at a college party. A little bit of everything sprinkled in. There’s romance with a dash of smut, a splash of mystery, a pinch of suspense, and a heaping helping of what the fuck.
And since a lot of us are still in this quarantine boat together, who couldn’t use a drink?
TEASER FROM THE FRESHMEN CHAPTER 1
“Middlebury, Vermont,” The Investigation Files show’s host, Aro Volturi, says over a few eerie piano chords while images of my old college stomping grounds fill the screen. “A sleepy town nestled along the cascading falls of Otter Creek. Picture perfect with its stately brick and stone buildings dotting the gently sloping hills. Home to the safe, quiet campus of Middlebury College. But in the fall of 1998, the tranquil town was rocked by the disappearances of two freshmen coeds who never came home.”
Photographs of Bree and Angela fade in over the landscape shots before my picture materializes between them. The host’s voice drops dramatically. “And one who lived to tell the tale.”
Happy 4th of July! We’re so proud to showcase our very own multi-talented TLS admin, LayAtHomeMom! She’s the author of some of our favorite fics like Beneath the Branches, Kush, Burning Saints, and Girl Code. I have a feeling we’ll be adding The Freshmen to that list of favorites very soon!
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The Freshmen
by LayAtHomeMom
Summary: "It's something I live with every single day."
Quarantine has been … interesting.
It’s given me time. Lots of time.
But very little motivation.
Until one night, I curled up on my couch and fell asleep to the dulcet voice of the creepy host of Unsolved Mysteries. The next morning, I woke up with an entire storyline which never, ever happens. Usually I see a scene and build around it, but this was like a gift-wrapped box with a pretty red bow left on my doorstep.
Naturally, I called Carrie ZM immediately and told her the idea. There were several beats of silence, followed by the faint sound of her spritzing herself with some holy water she keeps around her house in the event of phone calls such as these.
I was prepared to go back to the drawing board when she finally spoke. “Oh my,” she said.
And that was all the incentive I needed.
The Freshmen is like the hunch punch at a college party. A little bit of everything sprinkled in. There’s romance with a dash of smut, a splash of mystery, a pinch of suspense, and a heaping helping of what the fuck.
And since a lot of us are still in this quarantine boat together, who couldn’t use a drink?
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“Middlebury, Vermont,” The Investigation Files show’s host, Aro Volturi, says over a few eerie piano chords while images of my old college stomping grounds fill the screen. “A sleepy town nestled along the cascading falls of Otter Creek. Picture perfect with its stately brick and stone buildings dotting the gently sloping hills. Home to the safe, quiet campus of Middlebury College. But in the fall of 1998, the tranquil town was rocked by the disappearances of two freshmen coeds who never came home.”
Photographs of Bree and Angela fade in over the landscape shots before my picture materializes between them. The host’s voice drops dramatically. “And one who lived to tell the tale.”
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Be sure to put LayAtHomeMom on alert so you don't miss out on this fic! The Freshmen will begin posting on July 9, 2020.
OMG!!! Hurry!!!
ReplyDeletesounds creepy... shivers.... :)
ReplyDeleteWoo hoo!! Creep away, my friend!!
ReplyDeleteI consider myself thoroughly teased! Can’t wait for more of Lay’s words. :)
ReplyDeleteEeeeekkk!!! Can't wait!
ReplyDeleteI will read that one.
ReplyDeleteI can't wait. (music to Twilight Zone playing in the background)
ReplyDeleteWow, can't wait!
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