Excerpt From My Work-In-Progress Manuscript

An excerpt from the rough draft of my cosmic horror novel. I like how it conveys the extent of the isolation the protagonists feel on their secluded farm out in the middle of nowhere:

“Their mother didn’t seem to notice them as they slipped into the house. Her back was to them, her small body standing tiredly in front of the suds-filled kitchen sink. A couple stray bubbles floated listlessly through the washed-out yellowness of the room, courtesy of the dim overhead lights, a pleasant touch of whimsy against the otherwise spartan interior. The view outside the windows was utter darkness, as if all of existence was confined within this one small, stuffy room, with nothing but void enveloping it. Like its own tiny pocket dimension completely isolated from the rest of the world. It felt like that a lot, actually.”