Keeping things consistent again while I am working on Darkness Becomes Her for Camp NaNoWriMo this month, I am posting some excerpts from a story I already have finished and posted to Wattpad, titled Rivers of Black, a short paranormal story.
I’m skipping ahead one paragraph from last week’s snippet. My main character had been thinking about wanting to take her own life, but her fear of being found had stopped her. Now, she is out wandering the woods, looking for no place in particular that would be her place to sit in peace at last.
A bit of background on this story as well: This story is rather dark and depressing. It deals with a topic some people would be hesitant to read; which is self harm and suicide. I don’t sugarcoat this either, I write it raw on how someone in my character’s state feels. Just be forewarned with that. I hope it doesn’t deter you from reading, but I know others cannot deal reading these kinds of things. (This snippet has nothing bad or dark to it though.)
(Some sentences may have been creatively punctuated to fit the ten sentence limit.)
I must have walked for over an hour before I finally found the right spot, where for the first time in a long time I felt at peace. It was next to an old gnarly oak tree that looked half dead already. It looked lost and forlorn all by itself surrounded by a group of maples; lonely, like it needed a friend — just like me. I knew the second I came upon it that it was the place I would lay myself down to wait for the end.
I circled the once mighty oak, gazing at the number of gouges in its bark and the limbs that had broken and crashed to the forest floor around it. Pieces of bark had been torn from the tree and lay scattered, deep claw marks raked down the tree like scars from a battle lost, but fought well; about half way up the trunk the tree separated into a “Y”, one of giant limbs still remained, but the other looked like it had been struck by lightning and severed in half. It lay shattered and scorched on the ground a few feet away. A deep black gash split the remaining of the limb, creaking in the gentle breeze.
Vaguely my mind wondered what animal had made the deep claw marks but it mattered not to me. All I cared about was the feeling that the tree gave off. It was as scarred and shattered as I was, yet somehow it still lived on.
If you want to read the whole story, it is available to read on Wattpad! I love to hear any and all feedback on my work as well. Comments are greatly appreciated, as are the reads.
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17 thoughts on “Snippet Sunday: July 19, 2015”
Great snippet. I liked your descriptions.
Thank you. And thanks for reading. :)
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I hope the tree is going to give her some more strength to go through it all.
You’ll just have to wait and find out in the next coming snippets. ;)
Thanks for reading, Linda!
“… the place I would lay myself down to wait for the end.” Sounds pretty ominous and you’ve definitely set the scene for dark happenings.
I’m glad you’re picking up on the ominous factor, it will be key later down the road.
Thanks for reading, Gem.
Great imagery and I like how she compares the tree to herself–scars and all.
Thank you. This whole oak tree analogy was honestly an epiphany of a brain spark to me when I was editing the story a year or so ago. I’m so glad I came up with it now.
Thanks for reading, Karen.
Beautifully written. Great snippet. :)
Thank you, Jennifer, I take a lot of pride in this work.
And thanks for reading.
Love the connection between the tree’s scars and hers — beautifully done.
Thank you. As I told Karen, the connection to the old oak tree was an epiphany of a brain spark to me when I was editing and finishing the story a year or so ago. I’m quite proud of how this turned out.
Thanks for reading, P.T. :)
The comparison between her and the tree is great.
Thank you. This is only the beginning to her comparison to the tree, too. There’s more to come. :)
Thanks for reading, Elaine.
I really like your imagery. You use it to paint a vivid picture while also investing the scene with a mysterious feel.
Thank you. :) This oak tree scene was an epiphany of an inspiration one day.
Thanks for reading!
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