Smack
In previous years I have blogged most, or all, of my nano writing as I go. It's just pasted up raw and unedited, messy and incomplete. You all seem to enjoy it but I wonder about the wisdom and sense of posting it all here.
So, this year I will share some, but only short snippets, a paragraph or two from each day's writing. You won't get the whole thing, just a taste!
So, today. Sage is eighteen years old, going off the rails fast. She's a petty thief, a thorn in the side of local law enforcement and seems to enjoy getting into trouble. She's been labelled as a psych case, she hears voices. But she'll tell you it's not voices really, just one voice and it doesn't speak. It screams. It screams in agony, she can feel the pain and it's unbearable.
But it's all in her head, isn't it?
From yesterday's words.
Now she was more awake, more aware, and alone, she examined the bed, the wall cupboard and the silent monitor. On the surface they looked just like a regular hospital bed in a normal hospital room. But the bathroom door was peculiar, as was the main door into the room. And the wall cupboard simply wouldn't open for her. The silent monitor scrawled wriggling lines and illegible symbols across the screen and it didn't seem to be connected to anything. Something red flashed in one corner, insistent and annoying. Sage scowled at it, wondering what it meant.
She rubbed at the back of her head, an itch above the beginnings of a headache. "Great, I really need a bastard hangover right now." Head swimming, she leaned on the door. It didn't open, and there was no handle. "Locked in," she grumbled, "fabulous." Turning away from the door, Sage's feet slipped and she staggered, clutching at the bed to regain her balance. Then she crumpled.
The door slid upwards as she slumped and the figure in the opening wasn't anywhere close to human, neither was the one behind. Meeth raced towards them, barrelling through the door after the medical team who had been alerted by the silent alarm and who were more concerned with the welfare of their patient than with secrecy.
"What the f…" Sage mumbled as her eyes rolled and the floor sped upwards to smack the side of her face.
Sage is an existing character from a project I've been working on for a while now and I want to kick her into gelling into something I can publish. This is from her beginnings, where she is catapulted into being who and what she is to become, before she's really ready.
