Two-Fifty Tuesdays #6

Excerpts of my writing consisting of 250 words. No more. No less. 

The following passage is taken from Chapter Nine of my current work in progress, Somnia. 

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     Shep snatches fistfuls of my shirt and pulls me up.  He holds me close, our faces almost touching.  The journal slips from my grip to the grass at my feet.  I let go of the feather and a small breeze takes it.  Shep only holds me tighter, looking me straight in the eyes.  I lean my head back to put some distance between us.  He doesn’t speak until our gazes lock again.

     “Wiles, it’s time,” he whispers.  His voice makes the hair at the back of my neck stand on end.  “It’s time for you to wake up.” 

     I stare at him, unblinking, unbreathing.  Sweat wets my cold palms and runs down my back. My body tense, I feel like I could crumble and fall away to nothing. 

     “What?” I choke out.  My voice doesn’t sound like me.  It’s much higher, and full of fear.  Why do people keep telling me to wake up?  Characters don’t even sleep!  Shep glances over his shoulder and turns back to me with greater urgency.

     “Wake up! Do it now!”  I’m frozen in time.  How does he expect me to wake up when I’m not asleep? 

     I slowly become aware of a strangled battle cry.  Jesse rams into Shep, sending the three of us falling to the ground.  Someone grabs my hand and drags me away from Shep.

     “Hurry, Wiles!” Destiny’s voice pleads.  I look up and see that she’s the one dragging me.  I pull myself back to my feet.  Jesse and Shep ...

God bless,

 ~Amy Rochelle