Tuesday, 22 November 2016

[Northspell 15] A walk through the city

Toban led them along dark streets and twisting alleys, across empty courtyards and down worn steps. Arkel and Gia called him all the names they could think of, dodging his retaliations easily. The other Irena followed Toban obediently, while the real Irena held back, and wondered why the imposter wasn't struggling or trying to get away. A small part of her thought that she should use this opportunity to escape, but the far greater part was itching to grab the imposter by the shoulders and shake her until she'd explained what she was doing, and why she'd come back so suddenly.

She came to an abrupt stop. Toban had pulled the group ahead into a huddle at the bottom of a flight of steps. She slowly crept as close as she dared before remembering that the others couldn't see or hear her anyway. It still took all her courage to step out of the shadows and move closer towards the group. She strained to hear what Toban was whispering.

"...the watchman. Lead him away from the warehouse and meet us at the...Arkel - you slip in through the roof and let..." he jabbed a finger at the imposter, "You - you wait for us and let me know if anyone is coming, or if the watchman returns too soon."

The imposter nodded meekly. Irena scowled. She herself would have had a thing or two to say to Toban, if he could have heard her. She watched Gia shimmy up the wall and drop down on the other side. Running forward to where the others were, she saw Gia pick herself up and run round the corner of the warehouse. Toban gave Arkel a push in the direction of the stairs, and clamped a hand on the imposter's shoulder. From around the corner came the sound of Gia being chased by the watchman. Toban lowered the imposter down the wall and then jumped down beside her. They turned the corner, and Irena was left at the top of the wall, gazing down into the darkness. She sat down. It felt less high then.

Gia had managed it. Gia wasn't that much taller. Arkel would dare her to do it.

 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.


6 comments:

  1. 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!
    Beth xxx
    www.thequietpeple.com

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    1. 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.

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  2. I 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.

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    1. That'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.

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  3. Cool excerpt! Very well thought out indeed. :)

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    1. Thanks! 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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