The 777 Writing Challenge caught my attention a couple weeks ago, and I decided to jump in on the action. Who doesn’t like a bit of writing/blogging fun? ^_^
Go to page 7 of your work-in-progress
Scroll down to line 7
Share the next 7 lines, or sentences, in a blog post.
Once finished, you can also tag 7 bloggers to do the writing challenge themselves on their own blog.
The below snippet is from the prologue of Book III in the Rising Shadows Trilogy. I got as close to 7 lines/sentences as I could, but it’s so hard to stop in the middle of the action! Anyway, this is the opening of the story, traveling back several years to when Karen and Professor Charles had just managed to get the time machine up and running. Cadius (yes, THE Cadius!) had been staying in Ridlan years ago and somehow managed to deposit himself in the future and . . . well, I suppose you’ll just have to figure out the rest for yourself this summer when the final installment in the trilogy is released. 😉 I was nearly late for work this morning because I was in the middle of writing about a very important wedding in the last book. . . . What, did I say too much? *evil cackle* This is just a teensy taste beforehand, and we’re still in the blissful first draft stage, where everything appears perfect before you look over it again. If you’re interested in being part of my team of pre-readers, just give me a shout-out and let me know email@example.com
“We did it, Professor,” the girl whispered, shaking her head with a laugh. “We finally fixed it.”
The older man gave her shoulders a squeeze. “I couldn’t have done it without you, my dear girl.”
Cadius glared at them over being ignored, using the icy tone that struck fear in lords around the country. “What the devil is going on? I demand an explana—” The room lurched, throwing him off balance, though it didn’t seem to bother the fixed characters before him. He landed prostrate on the ground, slamming his knee into the smooth, rock-hard surface.
Cadius glared up at the two, sure they’d had something to do with his fall, but his reprimand stuck in his throat as he witnessed them disappear, shifting and fading into dim orbs that were replaced by—no, the girl was still there, smiling, but the old man was gone. The walls lost their gray tinge as they brightened to a sunny yellow hue, and an enormous fur rug replaced the cold stone beneath Cadius, though he could not feel it’s softness even as he gripped it to steady his shaking hands; his mind continued to register the stone of the basement floor against his palms. He could see it, but it was as though he could not truly touch this world, wherever it might be.
I now challenge: