Tuesday, March 2, 2010
So, I have a confession to make: I changed my mind on what to write for my short story. Again. I know some of you are probably glaring at the screen thinking, "not again!" but the truth of the matter is, I have a short attention span and will only work on something if it interests me. If I start to lose interest in a project, then I'll move on and work on something something else until I feel like working on my previous project again. I think that's just how it's gonna be until I find a project that I know I can stick with for the long haul. Or until the world ends. Whichever comes first. :P
Anyway, onto my new idea. I've actually decided not to talk about it too much on here, i don't wanna jinx it! But I will share a teaser! :) The following scene is one that I wrote up in about ten minutes for a contest on Natalie Whipple's Blog, but I've had the idea for it in my head for awhile that I thought would work well in this story, I just finally got the extra boost I needed to get it written! Enjoy, and feedback is very much appreciated!
The sky, which just a moment ago had been a soft, pastel pink as the sun sank low behind the trees, was now a deep, ink black as thunder clouds rolled in, and the sky opened wide like the mouth of a giant and the rain began to fall in thick, icy sheets.
I was out in the garden behind my grandmother’s farmhouse picking vegetables and herbs for our dinner that night when the rain began to fall, so I hurriedly scooped up as many as I could carry and was just about to rush back inside to the safety and warmth of the house when, out of the the corner of my eye, I saw a figure standing at the edge of the forest. Curious, I squinted through the rain, trying to make out who it might be, when a fork of lightening suddenly sliced through the sky, briefly illuminating the face of the newcomer: It was Jack, the son of the woodsman who had saved my mother’s life all those years ago, and my childhood friend.
“Jack, what are you doing here?” I had to shout to be heard above the pounding rain.
“We have to leave!” Jack shouted back as he jogged to where I was standing.
“Why, what’s happened?” I asked, my brows crinkling in confusion.
“Mandatory town meeting! Another girl-another girl’s gone missing!”
My heart constricted in my chest and all the air seemed to leave my lungs at his words. “Who?” I whispered, barley able to believe it.
Jack looked back at me, his green eyes haunted and dead, the same look my mother had in her own. Then he said, barely above a whisper, “my sister…”
In other news, I seriously think writer Denise Jaden was reading my mind about this month being March Madness. Freaky, very freaky, but nonetheless awesome! :) What are your writing goals for this month?
P.S. The icon in this post is a hint to what my new story is about. Can you guess the answer? :)