I had a post planned for today on my experience so far with NaNoWriMo, but unforeseen circumstances stole two hours of writing time and I’m kinda on a roll, so I’m going to postpone that post for later. In the meantime, here’s an extract from a scene I wrote today. I’d love to hear what you think.
You should also go check out this post by Ava Jae on how she finished NaNoWriMo in just nine days. I don’t know about applying her strategy to my own writing, but still…respect!
Oh, and be sure to watch this space on Friday for a VERY IMPORTANT announcement. Trust me, you’re not gonna want to miss it.
But without further ado, this scene is entitled:
“Hello? Can anyone hear me? I think I’m lost. I need help.”
Her voice echoes through the trees. She suddenly feels very alone.
She hears laughter. Children’s laughter. Playful. Innocent. Cold shoots through her body and she shudders.
“Has the pretty lady come to play with us?”
“Play with us! Play with us! Play with us!”
She desperately wants to run, but it feels as if her feet have taken root. She looks down and she can’t see them. Her legs are buried up to her knees. Her arms are rigid like the branches of a tree. She opens her mouth to scream, but no sound escapes. A creeping vine crawls up her body and wraps its tendrils around her neck, strangling her.
Cat. You must run.
I can’t, she thinks, unable to talk. I can’t move. I can’t breathe. I can’t see.
You can. Don’t let them deceive you. You must run. Come to us, sister. RUN!
A terrible screech fills the air. She is free. Something reaches for her but she pushes it away and runs. She has no idea where she’s going, but that doesn’t matter as long as it’s away from here.
She can hear them pursue her, whooping and cackling behind her. They’re enjoying this. She’s the hare and they’re the hounds. She knows they are going to catch her.
This way, sister. Come to us, Cat.
She turns toward the voice and hears something whistling past her head. Her lungs are burning and her muscles ache. She can’t run much farther.
Her foot catches on something and she falls. Before she can recover something lands on her back, forcing the air from her lungs. Hands claw at her body while others pin her arms and legs to the ground.
She struggles against them, but they’re too strong. The creature on her back pushes her head into the soft earth. Her mouth is full of soil. She’s suffocating. She screams, but there’s no one to hear.
Cat. Cat, wake up.
“Wake up, Cat!”
She was in her room. Her father was standing over her, pale with worry. Daniel stood by the door. He looked scared. It was still light outside the window.
“What’s going on. What are you doing here?”
“You were having a bad dream, hon. You were thrashing and screaming in your sleep. I’ve been trying to wake you for the past minute.”
Cat still felt as if she couldn’t breathe. She got up and pushed her father out of the way.
“I need to get some fresh air. I need to get out of here.”
“It’s still raining outside…”
“I don’t care.”
She brushed past Daniel and out the front door. She ran around the cabin to the back and fell to her knees. She took great gulping breaths and didn’t even notice the cold rain soaking her.
Slowly her breathing returned to normal. She was shaking. She had never felt such terror. For a moment she was afraid that this was the dream and that she would wake up in a moment. When that didn’t happen she took a deep breath to steady herself and carefully got to her feet.
Her father and Daniel didn’t come out after her. She had better go back inside and set their minds at ease.
As she turned she spotted movement out of the corner of her eye. She peered at the edge of the woods. The undergrowth was very thick. It must have been a fern or something moving in the wind.
She turned around again and started back when she got a prickly feeling on the back of her neck. The same terror as she had felt in the dream rose inside her, forcing her eyes round to the trees once more, forcing her to look directly into it’s eyes.
A scream strangled in her throat as she tripped over her own feet. She scrambled backwards until she felt the wall of the cabin at her back. The eyes were watching her intently, studying her. Then they were gone.
Cat sat there, afraid to move, until her father eventually came to find her. He didn’t say anything, but picked her up as if she was a little girl, carried her back inside and laid her on the couch.
Copyright © 2013 Herman Kok