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    Out of the Flames (Revised) – Part One

    Prologue

                Bette Porter had a secret: All the other thirteen-year-old girls fawned over Hotty Scotty and Beefcake Jake, but she didn’t. At every opportunity, like tonight, she hung around Tina Kennard, a cute tomboy who made her heart hammer so hard her chest hurt whenever she looked her way.

    Why her and not a boy? Something had to be wrong. Right? Should she tell anyone? A resounding “no” screamed in her head. Whatever you do, don’t tell Tina.

    Most girls from her junior high honor choir had already filed out of the auditorium side door to go home with their parents, all but her and Tina. Primping her long brown hair and fumbling with the contents of her book bag, she stalled as long as she could. When she ran out of excuses, Bette slipped on her prized brown leather jacket, slung her backpack over her right shoulder, and ambled toward the door. She hoped to hear Tina’s voice or catch a glimpse of her hazel eyes.

    Every evening after practice, Tina gave her a casual smile and “See ya” before going their separate ways. But this time, as she drew closer, Tina surprised her.

    “Looks like we’re the last two again,” Tina said.

    Tina’s unmistakable sweet, silvery tone had Bette’s heart fluttering, waking the butterflies in her stomach. Then when Tina strained to put on her light blue jean jacket, pushing out her blossoming chest, Bette thought she’d faint. What’s wrong with me?

    Tina extended her hand, paler than her own, inviting Bette to take it. “Walk out together?”

    Bette had daydreamed at least a dozen times about holding that hand. When she took it, its warmth and softness reminded her of her blanket fresh out of the dryer. Then in an instant, her eyes rounded like hockey pucks—she had a crush. Those butterflies in her stomach swarmed harder, churning the chicken nuggets and shoestring fries from lunch.

    Tina tugged, but Bette’s legs froze to the ground like a Michigan pond in the dead of winter. Making it worse, Tina’s short citrus-scented dirty blond hair had rows of orange trees popping up in her head. Say something you idiot, she told herself, but Tina had her tongue tied in a bosun’s knot.

    “You okay?” Tina asked.

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    1. Dear Friends and Readers,

      I’ve spent the last several months rewriting Out of the Flames and drafting its sequel and plotting the third and final book in the series. The further I got, the more I realized I needed to repost Flames. To prepare for that, I’ve taken down the original book. For those who read the original version of Flames, I highly recommend reading this updated version. I introduce two new and important characters and change a few plot points. I plan on reposting it in six large weekly chunks. When I finish, I’ll roll right into posting the follow-up book, From the Ashes.

      Thanks for your patience. — Cella Nox

      • Bibi, It’s good to be back. I’m eager to finish reposting Flames so I can share Ashes with you all. Sadly, the third book is still in the planning stages. I can’t wait to draft it, but first much more editing to do with book two. Hope you stop by every Sunday for updates.

    2. Welcome back!

      What a great surprise to get !

      It is late Sunday here in the UK but I have not been able to resist reading it! It is now early Monday:-)

      Read the original and have been waiting patiently for this. Just like last time I tried and tried not to like Avery but failed!

      Great to have you back posting CN! Looking forward to the next post.

      SG

    3. Hi! Nice to see you again with this story!

      Like a first time still feel a bit uneasy when read about Bette with someone else, but this time i promise i’ll be more calm:)
      And hey, sorry, but i don’t really remember all lines from original story, so maybe you can tell when you introduce two new characters?

      Waiting for the next part!

    4. Hi CN:

      Welcome back!!!

      Happy to read again this wonderful story, I’ve seen you started a little bit different, no story on the mexican orphan kid who made the other son of the mexican cartel boss (I think it was the Sinaloa cartel? or maybe I’m making it up) but I prefer this way, as you present here.

      I will be waiting for the next posts.

      P

      • Hi P, You have a great memory. Flames is all about Bette overcoming her fears brought on by her parent’s accident, which is why I start there. The background on the cartel will set up the main plot of book two, so it will be the opener of Ashes. I spent a lot of time planning out all three books and am thrilled with the results. Hope you are too. Thanks for reading.

    5. Dear author, right after you told me about this story of yours, I’m truly delighted to find this first part to begin my week !
      And since I’m the kind of reader who loves to savour, I’ll read all these pages slowly and be back soon to comment :-)
      Thank you so very much for your kind words and invitation !

      • DumplinT, You made me blush. I’ve learned a lot in the last six months, and yes, doing a story right requires tremendous thought and planning. Hope you enjoy the tweaks to Flames and what’s in store with Ashes.

    6. Cella,

      I am so very excited, my friend that you are re-imagining the storyline here. It was a fine tale before, but I know your revisions will make it spectacular. You been attending workshops? What prompted this?

      No matter the reason, I’m always along for the ride.

      • Mel, My lack of training prompted the revisions. After testing the waters with the Delayed series, I realized I enjoyed writing and wanted to continue. I did a little self-teaching and gave birth to Flames. The story was better, but my writing style still lacked something I couldn’t put my finger on. Thanks to @BenMac, I found a nine-month-long writing course that has taught me all about writing craft. I’m about two-thirds through it and am now applying what I’ve learned. Not only have I tweaked plot and characters, but I’ve also applied other techniques to draw the reader into the scenes. Or at least I hope so. Hope you enjoy the ride.

    7. It’s good to see you’re back, CN! I enjoy your re-write.
      Interesting change to leave the plot with the cartel out of the story for now. I’m curious to see how you develop the story around Bette’s childhood trauma and her fear of being too close to someone.

      Even if that probably means more Bette/Avery action. For me seeing Bette with someone else than T is difficult to bear. I admit I have a low tolerance for pairings of Bette or Tina with other characters ;-)

      Looking forward to your next posting, CN!

      • kiwipit, Thanks for returning as well. I know true TiBetters like yourself have a hard time with seeing our favorite couple with someone else, and I appreciate you sticking with me. While it doesn’t follow the traditional TiBette romance stories, I think it’s a story worth telling.

    8. Dear Cella,

      At first, even if we don’t know each other, I cannot help but feeling close of anyone who is able to deeply touch me through writing, for the emotional power of words will never stop to amaze and fascinate me – and literature is one of my lifetime passions – so, yes, I had to call you “dear Cella” and not just “dear author”, as I usually do.

      Then, it took me days to comment this especially moving first part of your story, and tonight, reading it again without stopping once, I just understood why – something I will not be able to fully explain to you…

      For now, let me just express how much these 31 pages build up a truly overwhelming emotional journey for me…
      The prologue shattered me twice, shedding tears for thirteen-years Bette’s secret love (well, no need no be a detective to guess how much your first five lines made me take an especially personal trip down memory lane…) before to let me speechless in front of the unbearable suddenness and cruelty of the car accident. “Every step from the hot mangled mess took her one step closer to becoming an orphan” : I rarely read a phrase summarizing such an emotional force – it really took my breath away…

      And then, following your very endearing Bette Porter 19 years after her life-altering trauma, this other phrase of yours haunted me : “…the moment Bette began her slow crawl out of the dark, lonely hole and her nightmares subsided”. Again, yes, shadows from my own memory lane. But also, simply as a reader, this very uncomfortable hunch that Bette’s nightmare is far to be ended indeed : her “curse”, this paralyzing, even crippling fear, has to ruin her future with Avery one way or another.

      Well, at this stage of your story I thought about several possibilities and Avery’s sudden death at the very moment Bette waited at the bar to propose to her was my first option. One year of happiness was already a surprise but still the sword of Damocles was hanging over Avery’s head, for me.

      And here is what amazed me the most, once I read all this first part of your so powerful story : the way you made me almost forget Tina ! Almost, yes, because your prologue clearly established the fact that Bette will find her again later. Even more, Bette’s first reaction to Avery’s eyes -“Their familiar hazel color, rings of light green surrounding a cluster of rays the color of golden honey, transported her, frozen somewhere in time. I’ve seen those before, but where? When? ” – was a powerful reminder of Tina. Nevertheless, as a diehard Tibetter from the earliest days of the L Word (a show that arrived at such a pivotal moment of my life to bring me a much needed emotional support, I will forever be grateful), I really salute your writer’s talent, for your portraying of Avery makes me feel awfully guilty in my desire to see my favorite two reunited !

      Finally, a phrase of yours drived the last nail in the coffin of this strange guilt, for me : “the disappointment in Tina’s eyes mirrored her own hope for more time to make up for twenty lost years”. Lost years for any Tibetter like me, yes, but it’s awful to say it thinking about Avery and her daughter ! But, in spite of this especially hard trick of destiny for all your characters, here I am, finding hope – a guilty one, once more ! – in your last phrase : “the memories of the little girl who suffered through something so awful, she’d never told another soul. Not even her wife.” After such a trauma, one truly needs to find not only love but a soulmate to fully liberate the speech. Obviously, Avery was Bette’s first love story but not her soulmate. And my incurable Tibetter’s heart whispers in my ear that Tina will be…

      Here, in Geneva, it’s now 2 at the morning but I had to write this river of a comment to you, dear Cella – sorry for that, but put the blame on your talent that just awaked deep emotions in me…

      Many years ago, when I was a huge reader of the old site, I unfortunately missed your story. Then, for too long, I thought this site was lost forever and I only discovered the new one at the end of the year with deep joy ! What a luck : this time, I will finally get the chance to know your work and I cannot wait to read the next part of this so moving and riveting story !

      Many, many thanks again for this reader’s pleasure. Faithfully yours – A. (P.S.: I’m a french-speaking Swiss, so I hope my english is good enough !)

    9. (Editing this comment, I must have made a mistake and it disappears, so here it again)

      Dear Cella,

      At first, even if we don’t know each other, I cannot help but feeling close of anyone who is able to deeply touch me through writing, for the emotional power of words will never stop to amaze and fascinate me – and literature is one of my lifetime passions – so, yes, I had to call you “dear Cella” and not just “dear author”, as I usually do.

      Then, it took me days to comment this especially moving first part of your story, and tonight, reading it again without stopping once, I just understood why – something I will not be able to fully explain to you…

      For now, let me just express how much these 31 pages build up a truly overwhelming emotional journey for me…
      The prologue shattered me twice, shedding tears for thirteen-years Bette’s secret love (well, no need no be a detective to guess how much your first five lines made me take an especially personal trip down memory lane…) before to let me speechless in front of the unbearable suddenness and cruelty of the car accident. “Every step from the hot mangled mess took her one step closer to becoming an orphan” : I rarely read a phrase summarizing such an emotional force – it really took my breath away…

      And then, following your very endearing Bette Porter 19 years after her life-altering trauma, this other phrase of yours haunted me : “…the moment Bette began her slow crawl out of the dark, lonely hole and her nightmares subsided”. Again, yes, shadows from my own memory lane. But also, simply as a reader, this very uncomfortable hunch that Bette’s nightmare is far to be ended indeed : her “curse”, this paralyzing, even crippling fear, has to ruin her future with Avery one way or another.

      Well, at this stage of your story I thought about several possibilities and Avery’s sudden death at the very moment Bette waited at the bar to propose to her was my first option. One year of happiness was already a surprise but still the sword of Damocles was hanging over Avery’s head, for me.

      And here is what amazed me the most, once I read all this first part of your so powerful story : the way you made me almost forget Tina ! Almost, yes, because your prologue clearly established the fact that Bette will find her again later. Even more, Bette’s first reaction to Avery’s eyes -“Their familiar hazel color, rings of light green surrounding a cluster of rays the color of golden honey, transported her, frozen somewhere in time. I’ve seen those before, but where? When? ” – was a powerful reminder of Tina. Nevertheless, as a diehard Tibetter from the earliest days of the L Word (a show that arrived at such a pivotal moment of my life to bring me a much needed emotional support, I will forever be grateful), I really salute your writer’s talent, for your portraying of Avery makes me feel awfully guilty in my desire to see my favorite two reunited !

      Finally, a phrase of yours drived the last nail in the coffin of this strange guilt, for me : “the disappointment in Tina’s eyes mirrored her own hope for more time to make up for twenty lost years”. Lost years for any Tibetter like me, yes, but it’s awful to say it thinking about Avery and her daughter ! But, in spite of this especially hard trick of destiny for all your characters, here I am, finding hope – a guilty one, once more ! – in your last phrase : “the memories of the little girl who suffered through something so awful, she’d never told another soul. Not even her wife.” After such a trauma, one truly needs to find not only love but a soulmate to fully liberate the speech. Obviously, Avery was Bette’s first love story but not her soulmate. And my incurable Tibetter’s heart whispers in my ear that Tina will be…

      Here, in Geneva, it’s now 2 at the morning but I had to write this river of a comment to you, dear Cella – sorry for that, but put the blame on your talent that just awaked deep emotions in me…

      Many years ago, when I was a huge reader of the old site, I unfortunately missed your story. Then, for too long, I thought this site was lost forever and I only discovered the new one at the end of the year with deep joy ! What a luck : this time, I will finally get the chance to know your work and I cannot wait to read the next part of this so moving and riveting story !

      Many, many thanks again for this reader’s pleasure. Faithfully yours – A. (P.S.: I’m a french-speaking Swiss, so I hope my english is good enough !)

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