Ariel’s Comments (group member since Feb 06, 2017)

Ariel’s comments from the Navigating Indieworld Discussing All Things Indie group.

Hello, Ariel. My name also happens to be Ariel!

I recently wrote a novelette about a guy that turns into a raccoon, happens upon a psychedelic experience, and is adopted by a wildlife rescuer. I was wondering if you'd like to take a look at it and tell me what you think.

https://www.goodreads.com/story/show/...

I have a novelette that is in its editing stage here:
https://www.goodreads.com/story/show/...
If anyone is interested in reading the rest of this Kafkaesque raccoon story.

"Don’t!” the boy warned, but it was too late.
The spitting and thrashing creature had broken skin. Up to that day, he hadn’t seen anything act in such a way. It burned a hole in his memories, a broken record playing his sisters unbearable wails in the background. He grabbed her by the unscathed arm and dragged her as fast as her nubby little legs could stumble. Trees flew past them like they were heading in the opposite direction. He wished they could all line up and form a wall around the rabid animal behind them.
It wasn’t too far to their house. However, no one was home yet. Mama had gone to get groceries and Papa was at work for another hour. The kids knew this would be their only time to adventure. Had they ever been read Red Riding Hood, they might’ve thought twice.
When they got back, the boy climbed on top of the counter and pulled out the first aid kit. He had seen his mother wrap their fathers wounds after a bar fight had gotten out of hand as well as when the boy had fallen off his bike. His sisters injury was a bit different though. Once he tried to apply the bandages, she started drooling.
At first, he thought maybe she was having an allergic reaction. She had had one before in a restaurant and had to be taken to the hospital. He realized how wrong he was when she fell over, her body twisting every which way, bandages rolling around her body. He stood immobilized and stared as the shock set in.
Eventually, his sister ceased her involuntary dance and he placed her head on his lap. He called her name but nothing came of it. So, he sat there confused with his sisters jello-like yet statuesque body on him, her drool leaking through his shorts. That was how his mother found them.