False Security… End of the Road @KMNbooks #8sunday #snippetsunday
About this snippet: Chapter Two (Cemetery Gates) Snippet #6. Check out last week's snippet from Chapter Two snippet #5 here.
Setup for this snippet: Cecilia heard a man's voice as she was reading her late father's journal. Only she was alone in the room and she's trying to convince herself she must have fallen asleep and dreamt she heard a voice.
***The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited.
In her dream – because what else could it have been? She heard her father's voice.
She cleaned the mug, dried it and returned it to the cupboard before she turned the lights off once more and entered the hallway to the study. She paused outside the door and stared into the living room, shadowed but not completely dark since the patio lights were on and their brilliance shaded the room in soft grays. A comfy sofa faced the large windows and the French doors. During the summer months, they used to leave those doors open and the ocean breeze would tease the senses as it filtered in and cooled the house. This part of the beach remained virtually private and very few people ever wandered down this far. The outside lights illuminated the lounge chairs and glass tables that decorated the patio, but she couldn't see beyond that point where the sand and ocean met, but she could hear the seashell chimes hanging off the wood frame and it performed softly in tune with the wind and surf. The starfish clock hanging on the wall near the doors ticked with precision as if it also wanted to join in on the melody being played.
Her lips curved as she recalled the familiar sounds from her youth and she suddenly felt calmer...safer.
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Will Cecilia's sense of safety be shattered? Love to hear your feedback.
Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road
Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.
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Setup for this snippet: Cecilia heard a man's voice as she was reading her late father's journal. Only she was alone in the room and she's trying to convince herself she must have fallen asleep and dreamt she heard a voice.
***The story is in the very early stages and has not been edited.
**********************************************************************************************************************
In her dream – because what else could it have been? She heard her father's voice.
She cleaned the mug, dried it and returned it to the cupboard before she turned the lights off once more and entered the hallway to the study. She paused outside the door and stared into the living room, shadowed but not completely dark since the patio lights were on and their brilliance shaded the room in soft grays. A comfy sofa faced the large windows and the French doors. During the summer months, they used to leave those doors open and the ocean breeze would tease the senses as it filtered in and cooled the house. This part of the beach remained virtually private and very few people ever wandered down this far. The outside lights illuminated the lounge chairs and glass tables that decorated the patio, but she couldn't see beyond that point where the sand and ocean met, but she could hear the seashell chimes hanging off the wood frame and it performed softly in tune with the wind and surf. The starfish clock hanging on the wall near the doors ticked with precision as if it also wanted to join in on the melody being played.
Her lips curved as she recalled the familiar sounds from her youth and she suddenly felt calmer...safer.
**********************************************************************************************************************
Will Cecilia's sense of safety be shattered? Love to hear your feedback.
Unofficial Blurb for End of the Road
Lars Gunner, the frontman for Silent Plaids, died 23 years ago and is trapped in limbo until his daughter, Cecilia, unearths his journal and is able to see him. His death was ruled an unfortunate accident, but he's convinced it had to be murder despite the fact he can't recall what happened in his last moments of life. Cecilia seeks the help from Kaleb, a psychic, but as they resurrect the past, the secrets and lies surrounding Lar's rock and roll life just may be the death of them too.
If you’re a writer (regardless of published/unpublished status) come join us and share a snippet of your work in progress, a new release, or an oldie but goodie.
Hashtags: #8sunday #snippetsunday
Participating Authors are listed at these sites:
Weekend Writing Warriors for Eight Sentence Sunday
Snippet Sunday Facebook Group
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