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Grave Confessions

4/10/2017

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​Grave Confessions
Part Two: Lydia

The slam of a car door in the parking lot broke the silence of the cemetery that windy morning. The birds shuffled from the ground and flew up into the trees, as her high heels clicked across the pavement.   
Lydia.
She stopped at the foot of my grave and pressed her bright red lips together. She didn’t look at my headstone like Stiles had, instead, she looked around, her eyes wide. She cleared her throat and shook her head.  
“Quiet please.”
Banshee stuff.
Lydia lifted her chin and let out a long sigh through a small part in her lips. She didn’t look as comfortable here as Stiles had and didn’t visit nearly as often but I knew she’d come today. She finally focused on my headstone for a few moments. Her eyes welled.
Don’t cry, Lydia.
“Hi Allison.” A tear rolled down her cheek.
She always cried when she came to visit. Especially the first time. She wiped her cheek with the back of her hand. I watched her eyes trace the letters on my headstone but her sadness switched to annoyance when her focus landed on the wilted flowers that Stiles had left.
Her eyebrow shot up.
“Stiles,” she said and shook her head. “I know I should say it’s the thought that counts, but something tells me these flowers were not given to him willingly.”
Lydia rolled her eyes but a slow smirk crept on her face. She softly bit her lower lip as if to keep from smiling even more.
Stiles could always make her smile.
Some things never change.  
She sniffled and crossed her arms before looking to the left, then to the right at the headstones on either side of mine.
“Pretty flowers.” Each had flowers planted at the base of the headstone and they were in full bloom this time of year. 
Lydia let out a huff and titled her head and bent down. She picked up the flowers Stiles had left. “Oh, Stiles. A for effort.” She set them on top of my headstone.  
Then, her green eyes darted back and forth. She looked up toward the sun and checked her phone. I could see the wheels turning in her head and in an instant she was gone.
Just me again.
I wasn’t sure how long she was gone but before I knew it, she had returned.
Her strawberry blonde curls bounced as she walked to my headstone with purpose. In her hands she held a black tray of bright, yellow flowers. A canvas bag swung from the bend in one arm, her purse on the other. She set them all down on the grass.  
What are you doing?
“You need flowers. Now, I have never done any gardening before this very moment, nor do I have any experience in botany, but it’s biology. I got an A in AP Biology,” she said quickly in her raspy voice. “I will not have my best friend’s grave being the only one without decent flowers. Not that the ones pulled from someone’s yard by my cheap but well-meaning boyfriend, aren’t decent, of course.”
Her cheeks reddened.  
Finally.
She smiled as she unpacked the shopping bag. Each item she pulled out still had a price tag attached to it. She didn’t even bother to remove the tag from the green gardening clothes before slipping them on.
“Okay, so based on the amount of sun and the heartiness of the species, I went with the Tagetes patula.” Lydia explained. “Marigolds, if you aren’t familiar with the Latin term.”
Lydia took the small hand shovel and began digging in front of my headstone, making a small dirt pile off to the side. “These will hold up well and your Dad won’t have to do too much. Just water and pick off the dead heads. I will email him the care instructions when I get home. Or maybe I’ll just send them to Scott’s mom.”
She pulled the first cluster of flowers out and placed the clump of dirt that hung under them into the ground. “This color is perfect. And they are French Marigolds, which seemed fitting.”
She continued digging and planting. Digging and planting.
There was a gentle calm to her that I hadn’t noticed the last time she visited. She was always confident and strong but now, she had an ease to her too.
Sweat beaded on her forehead as she meticulously placed each flower into the ground.
“There,” she said when the tray was empty.
She sat back on her heels and pulled her green gardening gloves off, letting them fall to the ground. Her smile fell as she sat back with her legs tucked under her. She stared at my headstone as the breeze caught her hair.
“I miss you, Allison.” Lydia pursed her lips.
I miss you too.
“It still doesn’t feel real. Not that anything in our lives is really all that centered in reality,” she pointed her finger. “But this. You. That still feels like a really bad dream.”
Give it time.
Lydia sighed and pulled a bottle of water from her bag. As she took a drink, a buzz came from her purse. Lydia pulled her phone out and smirked as she clicked the speaker button.  
“Hi Miechy!” She said and set the phone down.
“Lydia, you know I hate that nickname, right?”
“I know, but it’s adorable when I say it, isn’t it?” She grinned mischievously at her phone.
“Everything is adorable coming from those lips. Where are you, it sounds windy.”
“Oh, I have you on speaker because my face is all sweaty.” She looked at her hands. “Ew, and these gloves were a terrible investment because there is dirt under my fingernails.”
“What? Are you okay?” His tone changed to worried. “Where are you?”
“I’m fine. Just visiting Allison.”
“Oh, yeah. Okay, do you want me to come there?”
“No, no, I’m just finishing up. You can meet me at my house if you want,” Lydia replied.
“I’m already here.”
She leaned closer to her phone. “Good. I’ll meet you in the shower.”
Stiles mumbled incoherently. “Yeah, um, okay, yeah.”  
“Love you. See you in a few.”  She clicked the phone.
“That’s still too fun.” Lydia said as she tossed her phone back into her purse.
Lydia poured water from her water bottle onto the golden flowers and saved herself one final sip. She gathered her supplies onto the tray and hooked her purse and the canvas bag on her arm before she stood.
She waited until the wind rustled the trees one more time.
Tell my Dad that I love him. And Scott. Tell him too.
“I will.” Lydia replied softly.
Bye Lydia.
She looked up at the trees but they were still. The wind had died down again and all that I could hear were the birds chirping.
And judging by the look on her face, I knew that’s all she could hear too.  
“Bye Allison.”
And then she was gone.
 
(All rights to Teen Wolf and the characters to MTV) 

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CONTEST! I want to name a character after you in EVERLY book 2!

4/5/2017

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I'm currently writing book 2 of the Everly Series, called Rosewood Burning. Writing is going well, but I really need your help naming a character. This character will play a big role in the events of Rosewood Burning but that's all I will tell you about them (for now). 

So how do you enter? Well, that's the extra fun part! Make a meme/GIF/graphic/video using a quote from EVERLY book 1 and email it to contact@megbonney.com. I will pick my favorite and name a character after you in Everly Book 2: Rosewood Burning! 

Limit 2 entries per person please! Make sure you credit Everly by Meg Bonney on the graphic, as well as your name or twitter handle. 

I will pick a winner 4/10 and I will share all of your awesome creations here on my website and on my twitter. 
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My first 'Teen Wolf' fan fic! "Grave Confessions: Part 1 (Stiles)"

3/27/2017

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As a TV recap writer and an author, I get to meet a broad spectrum of amazing people. Some are best-selling authors and some are passionate TV fans. Some of the TV fans are also writers of fan fiction and they are just as talented as the authors I know! In fact, I have read some fan fic pieces that brought me to tears more than any book ever has. 

There are so many talented fan fic writers and I sort of stumbled into the Teen Wolf area of that world recently. After reading a bunch, I was delighted, impressed and inspired. I decided to join in on the fun and try my hand at a Teen Wolf inspired series of fan fics called "Grave Confessions." 

(All character rights to MTV, obvi!) 

​Here is the first one! (Sorry for any typos.) 

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​Grave Confessions
Part One: Stiles 

 
 
My name is Allison Argent and I am dead.

I repeated it once more, this time out loud, or at least I thought it was out loud. Repeating it made it easier to remember when things got fuzzy. And the longer I was gone, the fuzzier it got.

My name is Allison Argent and I am dead.

It was always hard to tell if the thoughts in my head ever actually left my lips. Really, it was hard to tell anything anymore but the one glaring fact of it all was that I wasn’t alive. No matter how alive I felt. I had died in the arms of my first love, while protecting my friends.

I died, but I wasn’t gone.

I should have known that death in Beacon Hills wouldn’t be as simple as a bright, white light but at least it was peaceful. I was never quite sure where I was when I wasn’t at my grave, but I knew it was warm and safe, just like Scott’s arms.

Scott. That was something that never got fuzzy. The memories of my life remained strong. It was the concept of time and place that got hazy for me now and then.

Maybe it was this town or maybe my last name but I wasn’t able to leave it all behind. Not permanently anyway. Even as I hypothesized reasons why my spirit remained in Beacon Hills, I knew the answer. My friends. And my Dad. My fight had ended but theirs was still raging on and they still needed me.

“Hey Allison.”

Stiles. My most frequent visitor, after my dad, of course.

Stiles fiddled with his key ring as his blue, plaid shirt caught the wind and billowed out behind him. He cleared his throat as he tightened his fingers around a cluster of white flowers in his other hand. Little clumps of dirt fell from the stems as he set the clearly stolen flowers down at the base of my headstone.

He stood back up sharply and wiped his hand on his shirt. He always looked uneasy when he first got here, no matter how many times he had visited. Not nervous though, more sad and guilty. And he always brought flowers.

“I took them from Coach,” he said softly with a chuckle. “He planted a garden, can you believe that? The guy can hardly keep himself alive, so I did those flowers a favor, if you ask me.”

Thank you, Stiles.  

He tucked his keys in the front pocket of his jeans and took a seat on the dewy grass.

“So, um. Your dad is good. He’s, uh…he’s actually really good. And dating Scott’s mom, believe it or not,” he raised his eyebrows. “I hope that’s not weird for you. I mean, he seems happy. They both do actually.”  

I smiled. Good. They deserve to be happy.

He titled his head as he gazed at my headstone, not speaking for a bit. It was these quiet moments that made me ache for life. He needed my comfort but all I could do was listen.
“It’s this weekend.” He nodded as he picked his thumb nail with his index finger.  

What is?

“Graduation. Yep, high school is over.” He paused. “Lydia went to get a new dress. Personally, I don’t see why you need a new anything because you have to wear a robe over it, but you know Lydia.”

He smiled brightly. He always smiled like that when he mentioned Lydia. He let out a long, happy sigh.

He touched his finger to his temple like he had just remembered something. “Oh, and I’m sorry I haven’t been here in a while. It’s a … real long story but I was gone. I was gone and I didn’t think I’d ever get back but they did it. Scott, Lydia and Malia. They found a way,” Stiles said. “I know that I will never know what it feels like for you, not really, but now I know what it’s like to feel lost and I just want you to know that we won’t ever forget you Allison. Okay? We will never forget you.”

I know.

“And Scott doesn’t talk about it, but I know he thinks about you every single day. It’s just hard for him to come here, to face you.” Stiles explained. “Scott doesn’t deal with death very well, not that anyone does but I promise you, he has not forgotten you. It’s just, I’ve been coming to this cemetery for so long, that it feels normal to me. But that’s just me.”

I know.

The truth was, Scott hadn’t been here since my funeral. He stood at the gates of the cemetery many times but he didn’t come in. I understood why.  

“It’s hard. He still loves you, Allison.” Stiles half smiled and picked a blade of grass to spin between his fingers. He always did that.  

Two tears escaped his eyes but he kept his face angled to the ground. “When I was stuck in that stupid terminal, I kept thinking about you. About what it must feel like for you. Ya know, to be a memory. And I am so sorry for that. I am so sorry.”

He always said he was sorry. Sometimes he would start with it. Sometimes he would end with it but every time Stiles came to visit me, he apologized for my death.Every time and I think that's why he came here so much. I had spent more time alone with Stiles in death than I ever had in life. 

I don’t blame you, Stiles.  

He wiped his face with the sleeve of his shirt. “Lydia says it’s not my fault and that I need to forgive myself but if I had just been stronger, I could have stopped the Nogitsune before all of that happened and you’d still be here with us.  Lydia said it would get easier with time, but after feeling like I was gone for good, I just can’t. And now with graduation … you should be here. You should be here with us. You deserve to be back, more than me.”

He got quiet again. As he shifted on the grass, his phone buzzed. “It’s Lydia. She said she found a dress. And she, uh, she put all these hearts after it.”  

Stiles turned the phone toward my headstone to show me.

That smile spread on his face again. “She loves me. Lydia Martin loves me.” He shook his head. “No matter how many times I say it or hear her say it, it doesn’t sound real.”

I laughed. I knew for a long time how Lydia felt about Stiles. It was about time she did too. 

I could see the joy in his face as he spoke about her. Butterflies. I did miss that. 

“I have to go pick her up now,” he said. “We miss you Allison. I miss you.”

Stiles stood and flicked away the blade of grass he was holding. “I have to go pick up my girlfriend Lydia Martin. Lydia Martin, who is my girlfriend.”

There’s that smile again.

He started walking toward his Jeep but stopped and spun on his heel to face me one more time. 

“And I will get him here. I promise.” Stiles pulled out his keys. "For both of you."

I believe you.

“Bye Allison.”

Bye Stiles.  

And then he was gone. It was just me and the quiet again.  
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EVERLY review from author and TV writer, Carina MacKenzie (CW's "The Originals")! 

2/10/2017

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As a huge fan of hers, I was beyond THRILLED when Carina agreed to read my book. AND she liked it! AHHHHHH! I can't stop smiling! 
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Book awards! 

2/10/2017

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I am so excited and happy to share that EVERLY won the 2nd in Best YA Fiction and I won 2nd in the Best Debut Author category in the Feathered Quill Book Awards for 2017! These little cuties came in the mail too!

​Thank you so much!!!! 
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#TeenWolfBookClub

1/6/2017

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Hey friends! It's 2017 and my goal is to read more books! When I read a book, I like to discuss and theorize along the way so let's read together. I have started a book club focused on YA Fantasy and YA Science Fiction so we can read and then meet to chat! 

If you have any book ideas, let me know and we can add them to the list! Every other month we will meet for a group video chat to discuss the book! Come and join the fun!!! 

#TeenWolfBookClub 2017 List (so far): 

Jan/Feb: ON FIRE (A Teen Wolf Novel) by Nancy Holder
FEB MEETING: TBD 
March/April: EVERLY (Book 1) by me (I'll send out coupon codes to club members!) 
APRIL MEETING: TBD
May/June: The 100 (Book 1) by Kass Morgan  
JUNE MEETING: TBD
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Book signing event! 12/18/16 at Andrea's in Kenosha

12/18/2016

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Everly has launched! 

11/17/2016

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EVERLY launched on 11/15/16 and I still can't believe it! The entire publishing process has been crazy and amazing. I am already working hard on book 2, which will be called Rosewood Burning. Thank you all so, so much for your support on book 1! 

Grab your copy of EVERLY on AMAZON! 

www.amazon.com/Everly-1-Meg-Bonney/dp/1945502088/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1479397487&sr=8-1&keywords=meg+bonney+everly
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Book cover and updated release month! 

10/1/2016

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My book cover is here! Book one of the Everly Series has an official cover and will be launching mid-November.

Here is a little synopsis: 
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In EVERLY, we meet Madison Rosewood on her 18th birthday, about to graduate and head off toward a bright future that any kid would kill for: a full ride on a track scholarship, the world’s greatest best friend, and an aunt that has always provided for her. The problem? Madison just wants to find her birth parents, even if it costs her all of the above. When her Aunt Ruth is kidnapped and taken to a hidden world called Everly, all of Madison’s plans are put on hold. Madison follows her aunt’s kidnappers through a secret portal into a beautiful world full of magic, violence, deception, and surprising truths about her family. There, armed only with an enchanted sword and a sharp tongue, she battles her way past goblins and bounty hunters to attempt a dangerous rescue that changes both her and Everly’s future forever.

I can't wait to share it with all of you! 
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Check Out My Book Playlist! 

9/19/2016

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Like most writers, my writing ritual includes music. For me, I have a playlist that I listen to LOUDLY and on repeat. It helps me get back into the characters and the tone of the book whenever I write. Normally, I like 80s rock, show tunes and alternative rock, but when I write YA, I like to listen to moody, angsty music. Nothing makes me feel more like a teenager again than when I listen to really emotional music. (sorry mom) 

I have a list of about 100(ish) songs that I listened to while writing, but I cut it down to my top 25 book writing jams. 

Check out my EVERLY Book 1 playlist on Spotify! 


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Let me know what you think! And send me your playlists! I am always looking for more music and I would love to check out your book! 

Happy reading an listening! 

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