It's been a long time since I shared something I was working on. I thought I'd give you a bit of the dragon story that I am. Today. Tell me what you think. :)
NOTE: This is a draft, subject to change. All rights reserved. But you CAN share the link to this if you would like as long as everything remains intact.
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NOTE: This is a draft, subject to change. All rights reserved. But you CAN share the link to this if you would like as long as everything remains intact.
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Closer.
Still no sounds
appeared outside the door. Nothing moved, nothing stirred. Through the window,
she saw no wind, no shadows, nothing lurking about. But something was out
there. It slid across her skin, within her flesh like millions of pins
prickling against her nerves.
Everything
heightened. Even the forest beyond the cottage seemed to have stilled. Waiting.
Sensing something headed her way.
Alara backed up to
her bedroom until the back of her legs smacked against the mattress. She almost
tumbled backward. Steadying herself, she leaned to the side and stretched her
fingers out. Without removing her attention from the door, she grabbed her
boots. In her haste, she knocked one of them over and mumbled to herself, “cursed
boots.”
Coming.
But there was
something out there. She shoved her foot into the boot she held. Then she bent to
the side again, further than before, as far over as she could before she
toppled, and fumbled in the darkness under the bed for the other one.
The tips of her
fingers found purchase and touched the top edge of her boot that had crawled
under the bed to hide in the gloom. Even her clothes sensed the ominous feeling
encroaching and wanted to scurry away to hide. Her fingers slid along the side
of the boot and she wrapped her hand around the leather, then dragged it from
beneath the bed. The boot protested and the sole grumbled against the boards, nooooooooo don’t make me.
She didn’t blame
them.
So close.
Alara straightened
her back. A small cry slipped from between her lips and she dropped her
boot.
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Gosh how I understand that feeling. Writing feels the same way too. So many for me to write, so little time to do so. :) If you ever get a chance to read, I'd love to hear your thoughts. Good or bad.
ReplyDeleteYou have no idea how true this is about writing. Lately I developed an Microsoft Access app just for quickly dumping story ideas that are easily searchable. And I've also been toying with the CleverToDo app and their Someday option for dumping story ideas for later. Oy, veh...
ReplyDeleteYou sound like me. Only I try to mix tech with old-fashioned. I have a bunch of notebooks filled with ideas all over, even just quotes that pop into my head for characters to say. Then I have my digital file in Word that I try to dump bits into as well. Of course I lose them all over the place and my brain certainly isn't helpful when it forgets. I think writers are the most organized and disorganized people on the planet.
ReplyDeleteOfficially have a copy of book one and loaded it to my Google Books library for reading on my Nexus 7. Huzzah!
ReplyDeleteEnjoy!
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