Welcome to Snippet Sunday on Darkling Dreams!
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.
In honor of it being Halloween month, the best month of the year, I am going to switch up my Sunday Snippets and share from a different story of mine that I also have on Wattpad. A short horror story titled, The Beast.
Picking up right where I left off from last week’s snippet. The main character — you will learn her name later, I think — was describing the creature that follows her home through the dark streets at night.
(Some sentences may have been creatively punctuated to
try to fit the ten sentence limit. I’m over this week.)
By nothing more than fear of the unknown and wind I was pushed back into the alley where the creature’s real fun began.
Once more the swirl of darkness that symbolized where he was going to appear flickered in my peripheral vision. I turned in a flash, throwing my arms up in a pitiful attempt to protect myself — but who was I kidding? Nothing could protect me from this monster; he shouldn’t even be real.
His snarl next to my ear signaled his return. I shut my eyes tight against the fear it brought on and prayed to any or all gods to save me; vowing that if any one of them existed and actually saved me, I would follow the religion they represented to the smallest detail if it just meant I survived this. Surely, if this monster could exist then one of them big guys out there could exist too.
The fatal strike that I expected to come next never landed, though. Immediate death wasn’t on the monster’s goal list just yet.
Over and over the beast would fade back into the night, only to reappear closer and closer to me moments later. My heart was thumping in my chest, threatening to break through, and fear clouded my mind, making all survival instincts and tactics I had learned in a self defense class fly out of my head. I was as helpless as a little babe against this monster, not even the toughest self defense class could prepare me on how to handle an attack from something that was supernatural.
I knew eventually the monster would get tired of his scare game and go away; he always did, but I still flinched and screamed each time he came close to me. The disgusting breath and growl in my ear would make me flinch away uncontrollably and the light touch of sharp nails would make me shiver and whimper.
If you wish to read more, it is available to read on Wattpad! (If you do, it is under the book titled Wild Fantasies. This was part of a contest I entered.) 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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