Hello, everyone! It has been about two months since I have filled you with words from my beat up notebook. I know that some of you crave my writing, so today, I bring you two pieces for a contest and a tag from two different novels of mine.
The first thing tag that I have is the 777 Challenge tagged to me by the creative and talented Christina! The rules are to share 7 lines from the 7th page of one of your manuscripts. Then, tag 7 bloggers. You can read a snippet of her challenge response here.
This snippet is from Of the Bumbling Bees (it's one of my main works-in-progress, as well as a working title) where my rather calculating protagonist attempts to initiate a conversation with someone in the library.
“Can I help you with something?” a voice whispers to me, causing me to bump my head back against the bookshelf. The one place that I wish to seek refuge appears not as private as it seems. I glance up to the direction of him—the voice belongs to a male— whose Adam’s apple has not grown to its full extent. His face is covered by a copy of Fahrenheit 451.Hopefully this gives you an... interesting insight into my character. Now, I will tag:
“You seem roughly about five feet, six inches tall and about 150 pounds in weight. I gaze at his stature, I did not pause to curate my thoughts as I continued, “Did you undergo through puberty at a late age?”
Next on the list, I have decided to enter in Cindy's writing competition, in the category of, "Your character decides that they have unique powers." I had originally written two pieces to go with this category, however, the other piece ended up being a bit too "dark".
This piece I am presenting to you right now is from the sequel to my novel Hidden in the Shadows, where a series name hasn't been decided yet because I am quite indecisive on those sorts of things.
"Daniella," Sam warned me, "that's enough. All he did was heat it up." I raised my fist. He tried to act as a shield between the perpetrator and myself, but in his eyes I could see he was attempting not to have to grab a hold of the sticky tar encapsulating my body.
From behind the tree, I saw Christina's mouth gaped wide open. "Y-Y-You need to calm down, D-Daniela. Use logic, not emotion. Y-Y-You say what happened to the three of us wh-when--"
"Christina, do you think I care? Oh my-- for goodness sake, you aren't doing anything useful! Always being so passive and timid. Just shut up!" With my last three words, energy pulsed through my wrists. The air around us began to feel tingled, as if pins and needles spread all throughout our bodies.
Then everything exploded loose.
Air surged from my wrists and began to sweep around me. I was inside a weak tornado expanding its area with each second. My brown hair danced violently in the wind, which frantically portrayed my fury and frustration to Jack and Christina. I couldn't see the other members of our quartet. I'm terrified. I screamed, "What's happening?"
"What's happening?" I called out much louder. I attempted to clench my fists shut, the power source of this newly created monster, but the force only caused my hands to merely bounce of. From the outsides of the tornado appeared to be blasts of fire, water, and earth, striving to break the swirling fury.
Christina cries out faintly, "Let it go! When any of us let our emotions dictate our actions, our body and soul attaches to our earthly feeling, turning our powers into something we cannot control. More specifically, it becomes--" Another roar of fire muted her words. "Air is the trickiest!"
"You merely overreacted to what I did! If you took it as a joke, we wouldn't be in this mess." Jack said. "You could have calmed down, Larson."
"Overreacted?" The power of the wind from my palms multiplied by a factor of five. "I don't know who you are, Smithen, but I swear, when I get out of this here, I'm going to--"
"CALM DOWN, PIZZA NOSE! IF YOU DON'T STOP SOON, WE WILL ALL DIE BECAUSE OF YOU!"
Goodness, I wanted to throw a rock at Jack for teasing me about my bridge of freckles for the countless time, but I was scared, and my powers couldn't dictate the earth. Oh, how much I wished that my powers were something substantial! Out of twelve months four of us discovered this alternative magical, never once have I realized why I was always told to mediate constantly and not cling onto anything. I blinked. Was it just me, or was the tornado tinted slightly purple?
Close your eyes. Deep breath in, and out. The strength of my body waned. My breaths are getting shallower with each intake of oxygen, and my conscious slowly began to disappear. This had to stop. This was caused because of me. Jack's crazed expression hovered in my mind, taunting me to let my emotions get ahead of myself, but I didn't let it. I used a technique of erasing all of the thoughts in my head.
I let go of everything.
The tornado finally ceased, only leaving dirt skids on the ground of where it once stood. I see Jack, Sam, and Christina, give them a weak smile, and slump to the ground. I was knackered in all the different aspects of which drew energy from me-- physically, emotionally, and mentally.
"Quick, give her some water." Christina pulls out from her knapsack a bottle and drizzled it in my mouth. I felt my bones relaxing. Water had never tasted so good in my entire life until this moment. My eyelids slowly draw themselves close.
"No, Daniella, don't die on me!" Jack drew me closer in a tight embrace. From the corner of my eye, I could see the other two trying to not burst into laughter.
I pushed him away. "Dramatic much?" A fit of coughing erupted, but I managed to point to the other two.
With a second's glance, he scowls. "Aw, come on. But you did good, Larson. You did good."