Excerpts from my writing consisting of 250 words. No more. No less.
The following passage is taken from chapter six of my current work in progress: Somnia.
“Wake
up.” My eyes fly open as a strange voice
repeats the words that were just in my head.
I look up into the face of a gruff man I don’t recognize. I stuff my journal back under my shirt and
give him my attention.
“I wasn’t asleep,” I say, a bit shaken at
the man’s choice of words. The man’s
features aren’t very clear—as if someone has yet to define them. The look in his dull gray eyes is empty. He glances back at someone standing behind
him. Shep comes forward out of the
shadows. I lift my chin and freshen my
glare. Guardian of Somnia or not, Shep
and I will never be compatible after today.
“Where is Destiny?” Shep demands. I glance behind him at the door. She still hasn’t returned from her
quest. I tell him nothing. I merely tilt my head and give him a confused
expression that is supposed to say: why
would the new guy know? It works, for
Shep moves on to the real topic at hand.
He nods to the gruff man with simple features. I decide to nickname him Blank. Blank breaks the lock of my cage and waits
for me to come out. I don’t move. Who would willingly crawl towards a man who
can break a lock with his bare hands? But there’s nothing I can do when he drags me
out himself. Blank steals the journal from
under my shirt and hands it to Shep.
“Hey!”God bless,
~Amy Rochelle
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