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I screamed.I could feel the rawness of its power tearing apart my vocal cords as it clawed at my throat, like a desperate animal trying to seek escape. I was falling. Falling fast. I craned my neck over my shoulder and almost fainted at the sickly green scales slithering underneath the frothy surface of the sea.
I flailed my arms as the scenery rushed past me in a blur. A muffled yell tore from my lips as I twisted in the air, trying to get a better look at the Pegasus that hovered above me. The fall seemed to take forever; time did not seem to exist as the water rushed up to greet me, its mouth opening up to swallow me whole.
A crash. Cold water wrapped around and embraced me, its icy hug suffocating, sucking the air from my lungs. I whimpered. I wasn't a strong swimmer. Back and forth, I kicked my feet desperately as I sank like a rock, my eyes focused on breaking the surface. My hands shot up, searching for something to pull me out, and I opened my mouth to scream. Only bubbles came out.
A dark shadow loomed over me and I stared blankly above. My lungs felt like they were collapsing in on themselves. My body felt like I was running naked through a frozen tundra while on fire. Pain. It encloaked me. It embraced me, became familiar to me. Became me.
The dark shadow dove closer towards me, and I found myself getting lost in crystal blue sapphires. If this was what heaven was like, I'd go peaceably. Without a struggle. The edges around my vision grew darker and I drew a breath, reveling in the water that filled me, slowly. Agonizingly slow.
I glanced up, confused. I was sinking, but now I was soaring. Up, up. Closer towards life, and a step farther away from Death. The surface was rushing up towards me, the bright light growing dimmer. I opened my mouth once more and let out a piercing wail, which was lost in the thick waves.
I gulped down sweet air as I held on tightly to Peter. I vomited a couple times, but he didn't seem to mind much. In fact, he was pretty calm about it, though his eyes blazed with concern.
My dear, heroic Peter. He was beside me, his hands entwined with mine, his arms wrapped around my waist. His face was buried in my sodden brown hair, his eyes closed as he held my body to his. I wanted to melt into him, become one with him. Maybe it was because of my close brush with Death that made me suddenly so aware of his warmth, his presence, his overall smell.
I wanted to kiss him.
It was a burning ache inside my heart, like a wildfire that started in my soul and was slowly burning away at the rest of me. My eyes strayed to Peter's wet lips and I silently marveled at how perfect they were. I wanted, needed, desired him.
Maybe even loved him.
I leaned forward, pressed myself against him and left little space between us, as I buried my nose into his neck and inhaled his sweet scent.
Peter grabbed my cheeks, his icy cold fingers sending shivers through my spine, and he stared into my eyes. I stared back. A small reflection of me stared back from Peter's eyes, her eyes accusatory for the recent predicament we were in.
"Stupid girl." He let out a shaky laugh before pressing his warm lips against my forehead. "You stupid, reckless girl. You should not have dove at the sea serpent like that. You could have DIED." Peter sighed before giving me a stern look, the warmth leaving his eyes and being replaced with an icy glare. I couldn't help but smile back. "You ever pull a stunt like that, Sasha, and you can forget about coming out to the field again."
I rolled my eyes and pulled away from Peter, a frown plastered on my face. Leave it to him to ruin the fun and kill the moment at the same time.
"I was doing fine without your help," I snapped as I ripped my arm away from Peter reluctantly. I shook the water from my hair and scowled at Peter's look of concern. "Let's just get back to the Base. We lost it anyways."
I started to swim towards the shore, towards the black Pegasus whinnying about me almost dying. I ignored the sad look on Peter's face, not wanting to face him or the truth. Maybe I was just imagining those previous feelings I thought I was feeling. Maybe it was the fact that I could have died that made me think I wanted to kiss Peter.
As I repeated those lies to myself, I waited for that burning, tingling ache inside of me to frost over; I wanted to be numb to the feeling of love again.
Cool! Is there a word limit? Thankyou for hosting a writing contest! hehe! Vee xD
Cassie wrote: "I screamed.I could feel the rawness of its power tearing apart my vocal cords as it clawed at my throat, like a desperate animal trying to seek escape. I was falling. Falling fast. I craned my ne..."
Tough competition from the get-go. :-)
oK...here is my link....A POEM-salute to Deborah Cooke's Dragonfire series:http://thereadingcafe.com/themes/kiss...
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Vee xD"
As long as your entry can be read in less than a day then it's fine!
Hi, here is my link. It is a sample chapter from my second book in the Symbol of Hope series. The book is set to be published in early fall. Feedback would be great. If you would like a brief synopsis visit www.marisetteburgess.com click on the book covers to read more.http://www.marisetteburgess.com/files...
Thanks,
Marisette
This is my entry, I hope you do not mind that I edited a recent poem to make it more about fantasy. Here it is: http://allpoetry.com/poem/9725949-The... I hope you like my piece. :)
Laura- that is really good!! I'm so excited to read everyone's entries and vote!
Here's my entry. I'm not sure if it qualifies as its a little more horror/supernatural than fantasy but i rather liked it. Tell me what you think and if the link works, I've never used the publish feature here before yet.http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/3...
Not sure if mine is horror, or horrible...Truckers.
“Just to introduce myself for you, for a bit of background on this story really – you don’t need to know, I were a squaddy at that time. Just back from a six-month tour, out in Afghan. That’s a different story to this one, might tell you later, if there’s time.
“Anyway, when I were on leave, I always used to like to see a bit of the country. But what with the overseas stuff, I never got round to getting a car, so I used to hitchhike, a lot. If I kept some of me uniform on, against regulations but well, what the hell, it were always quite easy to get a lift off the truckers. Not all of them. You’ll have found that out yerself. More tea? My shout.
“Not bad breakfasts in this truckstop, are they? I’ve seen a lot of them, up and down.”
For the first time since I had met this driver, I got a word in edgeways. “Yeah, know what you mean. But why is it some drivers see a hitcher, and just go? I came in here just after you, and the lads that were here all seemed to leave shortly afterwards.”
“Well, you got to understand, lots of these boys drive for companies, and companies have policies – no hitchers, usually.”
“Must be a bit lonely for them, on the road all day, then nights out in the middle of nowhere, like this,” I replied.
“Yeah, that’s why they like the truck stops. Somewhere to stop, and pass the time, swap stories of the roads yer know? Funny what they like hearing too.”
“Yeah?” I asked. I wasn’t really all that interested, but this lad seemed my best hope of getting on. The driver that had left me, hadn’t stopped here – behind schedule for his next drop, he said. My new companion leant back, and smiled, slowly.
“Bad as squaddies they are, always trying to scare the shit out of each other. Like the story of the Black Rig.”
“Yeah?” I repeated.
“They like to say that on these roads, through the Cambrian Mountains, there’s a Black Rig that drives the roads. If you follow it, something weird happens to you.”
I just laughed, and so did the driver.
“Saw it once, I did,” he said through his laughter, “and even followed it. Well, ex army, I weren’t afraid of anything much. Never caught up with it though. Man, whoever were in the cab could drive. Long, black tanker it were, and cornered like it were on rails. I were struggling to keep up, and then – do you know it? On The Sugarloaf? There’s this hell of a left-hander, just as you go over the top. Well, he were doing 40, me behind him. God knows how I stayed on the road with the Curtainsider behind me, it tipped and slid, and for a moment, I thought we’d gone over.
“Well, the guy ahead, he sounded his airhorns, and shot off. I didn’t care to try and keep up and he headed down the twisty bit towards Llandovery, and I lost him. Never seen him, or his rig, again, and that’s a fact.”
I looked at my watch, and he caught the gesture, and grinned, good-naturedly.
“Come on. Let’s make a move, have yer paid? Good.”
We walked outside, and I confess – I stopped when I saw, parked at the side of the otherwise deserted truckstop, the jet-black truck with a tanker behind it.
I turned to look at the driver, and his face shimmered and seemed to melt.
“It’s like you said, it gets lonely on the road sometimes.”
ouch! English is not my native language, but, I've been writing a distopyan, but it is too long...here an excerpt...What do you think?Dirty water (Essay by Estrella Perotti)
It was the best of times;
it was the worst of times,
it was the age of wisdom,
it was the age of foolishness,
it was the epoch of belief,
it was the epoch of incredulity,
it was the season of Light,
it was the season of Darkness,
it was the spring of hope,
it was the winter of despair,
we had everything before us,
we had nothing before us,
we were all going direct to Heaven,
we were all going direct the other way…
Tale of Two Cities, Charles Dickens
Prologue
After III Word War, the dominant countries decided protect the natural resources in name of human race survival and earth was split in only seven nations - with a unique language, a unique coin and a unique goal… peace - called by the continent of our residence, America is mine.
I live in the most important region of the word, over the “Guarani aqueduct”, the greatest reserve of fresh water in earth and at least fifty years had passed since the IV World War, at that time, nations fought for the most important and vital resource on earth, WATER, and even today we keep fighting for it.
Chapter 1
It’s time, harvest time. They will enter in our village and will choose us. Young, strong people who will work for them. Men are preferable for it, but I am strong enough. In payment, my family will receive a bottle of fresh water each week; the size of it will depend of my effort at work. Although, many times that’s a fake, though, it’s the only way to help them, that’s my way to keep on running…
- Aqua! (That’s my name, fancy, isn’t it?) – My friend Suyay is calling me across the street; her harvest time will be at least in a year, although she is smaller than me and not stronger at all.
- Hey Suyey! What are you doing?
- Wishing you luck? - It’s sound more a question than an affirmation.
- Yeah - it’s all I say.
We walk for a while. – I will miss you, - I know me too, but, I mean, we’ll see in a year, won’t we? E-yará is the only farm gathering people, though.
- Not the only one- Suyay says,
- But the most important and they don’t mine if you are not the strongest person in ground; they gather all- that’s my answer or my hope, at least.
At the appointing time we meet on the north town’s entryway.
They’re waiting. At least ten foremen are regrouping us by height, weight and condition. That’s the first time I see him.
Tall, maybe strong too, dark brown hear, and white skin, and his eyes, almost blue? I avert my gaze; he’s staring at me right now. He is standing at the landlord, he could be his principal foreman by his clothes, but he seems too dainty. Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I have been chosen, I can guarantee my family survival now.
Is it somehing like The Hunger Games? Anyway, it reminds me of it. :) Great work!
Flora wrote: "Is it somehing like The Hunger Games? Anyway, it reminds me of it. :) Great work!"
Thx u...I was not thinking in the HG but yikes! you're right...my gathering it's a little similar to HG, I need to work on it...
The books are:
That Boy by Jillian Dodd
That Wedding by Jillian Dodd
The End of Marking Time by CJ West
Sin And Vengeance by CJ West
Drawing Free by Elena Aitken
Devil Unknown a novella by Steena Holmes
Elemental Magic by Angela Wallace
Again by Diana Murdock
Telesa by Lani Wendt Young
Exiled by MR Merrick
The Bridge Club by Patricia Sands
So on to the actual writing contest!
The theme is Fantasy!
This contest is open to all kinds of writing such as fan fiction, short stories, poetry, etc.
But please don't make the stories long!
Also don't post your writing here (unless its really really short like a poem) post a link to your writing here. I'd suggest uploading your writing to GR and then putting a link to it on here but that's just me. Also only one entry per person!
There will be a poll to decide the winner of this contest at the end so everyone should read the entries because the group will be deciding the winner.
As soon as you have your writing post a link here.
This contest will end at the end of June so get writing!
Participants:
Cassie
Brianna
Sandy
Marisette
Laura
Annabelle
Will
Estrella
It's time to vote for the winner!
To vote go here: http://www.goodreads.com/poll/show/67...