Oh, dear. Poor Jacob, and his tumbly nature! We’ll just have to wait and find out. I can’t imagine the scolding he’d get if he caused an earthquake in the room, lol.

As for chapter length, I must point out that with the development of my writing style has some changes to how chapters are set up. I gravitate towards suspense and anxiety, therefore we’ve gone from chapters that were usually ~3k to 4k words to chapters that can vary from ~1.5k to 5k words. With three updates a week, this shouldn’t be a problem. And there will be times that the word count goes under!

Because word count should never drive how a story is set up. The writing itself should do that.

The Road Not Taken will update three times a week, Sunday at 9pm est, Tuesday at 9pm est and Thursday at 9pm est.

These dates are chosen around my own personal schedule, and will remain in effect until such time as I need to shift my schedule. Any temporary adjustments will be announced here on this blog.

(The next update is tonight at 9pm est)

The pie that led Dean there in the first place vanished into the depths of the mini-fridge, forever out of reach for anyone his size. The way the fridge was designed with the airtight seal rendered it beyond their ability to open. If they could ever find a way to get in, getting to the food itself would be child’s play. The hooks they used for climbing would catch on the shelves and railings of the fridge without a problem. Dean’s bag was bigger than Sam’s, and he used every bit of that space when they were out searching for supplies. If he could fill it with food that he knew went to waste in the motel’s mini refrigerators …

Dean stared back up at the human’s words, his face clouded. The entire reason he was in the room was now out of reach, and he realized it always had been. He’d put both himself and Sam at risk for it. The only shining light was Sam evading capture. If their roles were reversed, he’d never forgive himself.

As he always did, Dean put his trademark snark to good use building a wall around his emotions. “If you didn’t go causing earthquakes with your big stomping feet, I wouldn’t have to be a ninja,” he griped up at Jacob, letting years and years worth of resentment shine through in his tone with a convenient target for it in sight. His voice bounced back at him from the glass, only fueling his frustration. “You left the pie out, that made it fair game.”

“Is that so,” Jacob answered through a chuckle that he poorly concealed. It was very difficult for him not to find that teeny tiny glare and endless sass entertaining. Whoever this guy was, whatever he was, he was funny. Jacob really hoped they could come around to some kind of understanding soon.


Excerpt from The Road Not Taken

Artwork by @lamthetwickster

“C’mon,” Jacob muttered, getting his finger and thumb pinched on the flat of the blade. It was delicate work, he realized, seeing that tiny hand clenched around the handle with a certain white-knuckled desperation. Jacob didn’t want to break the little weapon or the hand holding it, but he didn’t want to get sliced up either. It had to go, at least until he could calm the tiny man down.

The man fought back against his motions with a growing desperation, but nothing could stop the knife from slowly being pulled free of his grip. Jacob could have sworn he could feel the small legs trying to push against the inside of his fist for leverage during the short tug-of-war. One that he would have won instantly if he wasn’t doing his best to not hurt the little guy. Those fingers were tiny.

Once he managed to wrestle the knife free, he immediately set it down next to the tiny leather duffel bag for safe keeping. He stared with a faint frown at the cut on his finger before looking back at the little guy in his fist with a bemused look. “Gotta admit, I didn’t see that coming. Where’d you even get a knife like that?” he asked.

“What’s it to you?” Dean griped, still doing his best to struggle free of the constricting fingers wrapped all the way around him. “I don’t think they come in your size, Sasquatch!” The last thing he was going to do was open up to his captor and go Oh, hey. I made that as a test run for a present I wanted to make my little brother. Silver blade and all.


Excerpt from The Road Not Taken.

Wonderful artwork by @rerak-sketchbook!

XD Make sure you don’t get burnt when you read the next chapter then! Dean the spitfire is just getting started. Jacob has no idea what he got into. 

The Road Not Taken itself is a single story, but it is the first part of Brothers Lost, and that series already has five completed stories (two of them edited and ready for posting including trnt), a sixth in-progress story, and a multitude of ideas for more stories in the future. So you will be seeing plenty more from this particular cast of characters!

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Masterpost of Brothers Lost

Series cowritten by the lovely @neonthewrite

The Road Not Taken

Saving people. Hunting things.

It was what they were supposed to do. Who they were supposed to be. Instead, that life was stolen from them by a witch and a curse in childhood, stripped away and replaced by one goal:

Survival.

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Short stories inspired by Brothers Lost:

A Ghost from the Past (11 x 17)

A familiar face comes to visit Sam when he’s lying on Death’s door, only he’s looking a little… shorter than normal.

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Artwork by @homeiswheretheheartsare