She slid herself off the edge, remembering at the last minute to bend her knees like Arkel had taught her when they were climbing in the caves. It still hurt though, and she'd scraped all the palms of her hands. She got shakily to her feet and stumbled to the corner. She heard Arkel's voice muffled in the doorway, and then it fell silent. The street was dark, so she shuffled forward, feeling her way along the wall with her sore hands outstretched. The doorway was even darker than the street, and she hesitated before stepping into it.
"Ow!"
She stood on something moving on the ground. The thing stood up. The face was at the same height as her own. She looked into the eyes of her double, and saw frightened recognition there.
"Why are you following me around?" It hissed.
I have LITERALLY no idea what's going on (that's what happens when you read the middle of a story first...) but that was FANTASTIC!!! I ADORE the idea behind your blog - you're so brave to share your writing with the world!
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Thanks Beth! You can find the beginning of the story by clicking the Northspell label and scrolling to the bottom. I have more of this to type up but I need to work on Glory Brats first.
DeleteI can tell how vividly you are imagining this by the amount of detail you put in. You're not just looking from the outside, but are right inside the main character, feeling what she feels.
ReplyDeleteThat's exactly how I do it! I think it's because my story-writing stems from the 'let's imagine...' games I was always organising/playing as a child. Thank-you for taking the time to comment.
DeleteCool excerpt! Very well thought out indeed. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks! I've got the next part of this scene ready to type up soon if you're interested in finding out what happens... :)
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