Off-the-cuff writing on a given topic for 30 minutes (give or take a few). Sad, sappy, silly or serious. Always clean. Read, comment, join the fun and post your own.
Tuesday, 1 November 2011
Terror
Happy November, world! For those of you doing NaNoWriMo, like Mom is, today is a very big day! We wish you all the best in this adventure.
The writing prompt today is terror. As in, chased by fire. And dinosaurs. And brutal tyrants. And... well, you can come up with this one.
Here's mine. Didn't get to terror in the 30 minutes. That comes next. But here, folks, is the start of my NaNoWriMo novel.
Dustin was considering the best route through the jungle foliage when he felt a prickle at the back of his neck and gooosebumps appeared on his flesh. He looked around, uneasy. The flowers he'd come for beckoned bright red in the lush surrounding green, just about a hundred yards away. And he was armed with poisoned darts that would drop a grown man in about 30 seconds. He knew how to safely navigate the meagre distance to the specimens, how to avoid the pythons and a dozen other dangers that might be lurking among the vines. His reflexes were good and he'd had months of intensive training in the Amazon. This landscape wasn't really any different. Just younger.
There was a snap behind him to his left. He shoulder-checked. Nothing. Still unsettled, he stood still, eyes scanning the vicinity of the noise. Nothing moved, but the ball of anxiety in his stomach tightened inexplicably. He kept scanning.
He found his gaze climbing upward. And then he saw them, among the trees... a pair of malicious eyes steady on his. Definitely beast, not man.
In one swift movement, he aimed his bow and fired....
Here's mine. Didn't get to terror in the 30 minutes. That comes next. But here, folks, is the start of my NaNoWriMo novel.
ReplyDeleteDustin was considering the best route through the jungle foliage when he felt a prickle at the back of his neck and gooosebumps appeared on his flesh. He looked around, uneasy. The flowers he'd come for beckoned bright red in the lush surrounding green, just about a hundred yards away. And he was armed with poisoned darts that would drop a grown man in about 30 seconds. He knew how to safely navigate the meagre distance to the specimens, how to avoid the pythons and a dozen other dangers that might be lurking among the vines. His reflexes were good and he'd had months of intensive training in the Amazon. This landscape wasn't really any different. Just younger.
There was a snap behind him to his left. He shoulder-checked. Nothing. Still unsettled, he stood still, eyes scanning the vicinity of the noise. Nothing moved, but the ball of anxiety in his stomach tightened inexplicably. He kept scanning.
He found his gaze climbing upward. And then he saw them, among the trees... a pair of malicious eyes steady on his. Definitely beast, not man.
In one swift movement, he aimed his bow and fired....