So I haven’t done one of these in over a month. Things caught up to me and I just kind of slacked off but now I’m back! And I’m totally switching things up this week!
Since Camp NaNoWriMo is going on right now and I’m participating in it, as another way to motivate myself, my snippet is going to come from the piece I’m working on for Camp. It’s from my novel (that’s going to be the first book in a series) titled Darkness Becomes Her. It’s a dark fantasy novel, and the baby series I have been nursing in my head for years.
Keep in mind, since I am writing this for Camp now, this is completely rough and unedited. My goal right now is just getting the words down on the paper, er, screen. This snippet is coming from the prologue of the novel, by the point of view of my villain.
(Some sentences may have been creatively punctuated to
try to fit the ten sentence limit. But really, in the end I gave up trying to make the scene I wanted into ten sentences. It’s much longer. My bad.)
There was something…different about her, something unique that set her apart. I could feel something lurking down inside her, something that with the right lesson could be set free: She wasn’t like the other humans.
The girl was too naïve, too happy, too…innocent?
Yes. That was it. She was innocent, knowing nothing of sadness or pain yet; knowing nothing of the darkness that lurked in the shadows, the forces that no good could drive out.
And that was what had caught my attention about her.
I knew she wouldn’t be like the others. All of them, failures. A few of them had come close to what I desired and was searching for, yes. However, in the end, they all failed. Either greed, rebellion, or weakness taking over them. They tried to hold onto who they believed they were, or they fell too easily. They had also been a lot older than this girl; they already had a mind of their own, their own morals and values, their own thought process of right and wrong.
All unlike the girl before me.
She was much younger, only about three and a half. She was less corrupted by morals or values she knew nothing of yet. She was innocent; and innocence could be broken, changed, and turned into wickedness if done right.
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