I know I said last week that I was going to start sharing my fiction on Wednesday and life stories on Monday. As you can see, I didn't do that. Oops. So, in the interest of not being a complete liar and to keep my normal post schedule, I'll share an excerpt of a horror story I'm working on right now. I only have three chapters in it so far and I haven't even decided if there's going to be a big twist at the end or a regular sized twist. Heck, I haven't even decided on what voice I'm working with. I've got first person, third person, second person, each with their own chapters. I might just leave it that way, but I don't want it to get confusing. I suppose giving those chapters titles can keep the confusion down since the titles will basically be the character's name, kind of like one of those Rick Riordan novels I read once. Wish I could remember which book it was. The Lost Hero maybe? I don't know. It wasn't Percy Jackson.
Where was I going with this? Not important, I suppose. Something to do with one of the novels I'm working on. I should really just pick one and stick with it like the sequel to A Warrior's Path: Rise of a Legend tentatively called A Warrior's Heart. Speaking of that novel that's been published...
“It comes for you in the dark, a creature formed from the lost souls and remains of its victims. The remains make its body grow bigger. A bigger body needs more souls. It’s vicious cycle of kill, grow, eat, and tonight it hunts.”
“That’s so lame,” said Nicholas Sato. He sat under the stars around a manufactured fire pit in his backyard with his twin brother, Nathan. “Under those rules, it wouldn’t stay a secret for very long. After a few years, it would be discovered and then hunted down.”
“Well then, what would you suggest?” Nathan asked.
“There’s nothing wrong with the idea of a monster that regenerates itself with the bodies of its prey. I mean, it’s not an original idea, but it’s not a bad one. The problem comes with the exponential growth pattern. Can’t it just eat and hide for a few years slowly digesting its prey until it comes out to feed again.”
Nathan scoffed. “It’s what actually happened. I can’t change that.”
“And what’s up with the dark?” Nicholas said ignoring his brother. “I mean, isn’t it possible for it to attack when the lights are on? Push some boundaries. People feel safe in the light. Take that away from them, makes things much scarier.”
“If you’re not going to listen to my weird dream then I’ll just stop talking.”
“No, just thinking out loud. This dream would make a good story.”
“But it’s not a dream,” Nathan insisted.
“I see the images when I’m sleeping, but it’s not a dream.”
“You dream of killing people in the woods?” Nicholas stared wide eyed.
Nicholas was silent for a moment. “Still kind of overplayed, though, don’t you think?”
Nathan tossed his hands to the sky and stood. “I should’ve known you wouldn’t take this seriously. You don’t take anything seriously.”
“Aw, c’mon, Nate.”
“This has really been bothering me and I have to talk to someone.”
“I can’t just go tell Mom. I mean….” Nathan trailed off.
“She’d take you back to that place.” Nicholas finished.
Nathan stood near the back door with his shoulders hunched looking completely defeated. Nicholas watched him intently.
“I’m sorry, Nate. Really, I’m sorry.”
Nathan glanced up catching matching deep brown eyes. He seemed sincere.
“I won’t let them take you from me again, okay? I’ll listen.”
Nathan slowly made his way back to his brother. He sat next to him and leaned into his shoulder. “I don’t want to go back there.”
“I know.” Nicholas put his arm around Nathan.
“They treated me like I was crazy.”
Nicholas pressed his forehead into Nathan’s. “I know.”
“I’m not crazy.”
Nathan pushed at Nicholas’s chest. “I think I prefer the asshole version of you to this.”
Nicholas brushed Nathan’s hair from his eyes. “I know.”
Nathan laughed then took in a deep breath. “I don’t like feeling helpless, Nick. That giant thing is after me. Maybe it is just a dream like some sort of metaphor for something else.”
“Or maybe that thing is angry it lost you and it’s getting closer to finding you.”
Nathan pushed away. “Don’t joke about something like that. You’re the only one who even believes me about that thing.”
“I’m not joking.” Nicholas was surprisingly serious. “You’ve got some sort of weird connection to it. You’ve said as much yourself before they took you from me. If that thing is hell bent on making you a part of it, then you’ll never be safe. You’ll have to face it again just to be rid of it.”
“And if it’s not real?”
“Be glad you’re crazy.”
“It comes for me in the dark. So many faces.”
And there you go! Two birds, one post. I'll get this down one of these days, but until then...
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YA Fantasy author and amateur photographer living in New Mexico. A reflection of herself, her characters are timid at first but tend to stand up and push through when times get tough.