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Where writers come together to share a few sentences (8-10) of their current project — whether it’s a recently released novel, a WIP (work in progress), or an older manuscript that’s being revived. Intended to hook readers, gather feedback and build an author’s fan base, Snippet Sunday is the FB group that does all three.
Even though Camp is over, I’m continuing on with my short paranormal story, Rivers of Black for the month of August. I might switch to something new in September.
I am skipping ahead a few paragraphs 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, coming across an old, scarred, and battered oak tree. Now that tree has shown it’s own desolation and deterioration to mother nature and my MC is spiraling into despair.
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. (WARNING: This snippet DOES get a little graphic along the nature of self harm. I hope it does not deter you but in order to avoid any negativity towards sharing it, I wanted to give a head’s up.)
(The following has been creatively punctuated to try fit the ten sentence limit. I’m a bit over, I gave up trying to make it ten and get my desired effect of the scene.)
Maybe this time will be different, maybe this time I’ll feel something; maybe this time I won’t have to cry over not being able to feel.
As always I didn’t stop to think beyond that point. Holding the blade between my teeth I rolled up my sleeve and held up my wrist, from my elbow to my wrist was covered in scars — some new, some old, and some not even healed yet. Each one was deeper and longer than the last as I fell further and further into depression, but still not one of them set me free.
But maybe this time will be different.
I grabbed the blade from between my teeth and didn’t hesitate as I slashed it across my wrist. I was beyond caring how deep I went, after all it was the whole reason I came out to this forest today. The pain was real, but only for a second; hot blood welled to the surface of the cut quickly, flowing down my arm in two streaks before dropping off my hand to the forest floor. A small pool of blood quickly started to gather on the ground at my feet but I paid it no mind. The only thing I could focus on was the fact that I still didn’t feel anything; I had felt the pain and the release for all but a second before I felt nothing at all again.
I was still numb…
And I hated it.
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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