So how bad is my three day novel contest entry? Well, probably not any worse than most of the books written in 3 days.
After checking with Mellissa over at 3DNC to make sure I wouldn’t get DQ over sharing a few paragraphs, I have decided I will share the first 200 words in honor of my 200 blog followers.
This book has not been edited, in anyway shape or form. I did not even reread these words after they were typed. I can not guarantee these words are good words, or even ENGLISH words. I would imagine there are even words that are missing, but I wanted to share these with my friends who struggle with writing books—to prove that great books don’t have to be great in the first drafts—or second drafts—or third drafts--
Prick. Blood ran down my ankle in thick straight chutes. Not noticing, and definitely not caring, I swatted at the thorny vines that threatened to ensnare me as if they were flies, and nothing more.
Only they were more— they were damaging, even damning, the only beasts left in the garden to witness my final scene. Tendrils as broad as ropes stuck to my clothes and tore further at my skin as I ran. Flames burned everything else to cinder below my feet, but they could never blister anything more than fire that raged in my heart.
Dying in this inferno, amongst the wilted charred roses, and the ghost of Christmases past seemed like a better idea than living through it.
So that had been my best idea. Find a place to lay down and croak. Curl up with the remains of much happier times and fading memories that lay buried beneath the ash. It would have done me good to remember that my plans never went off without a hitch.
On the edge of Blackwood Forest, stood a gray castle. Only we weren’t supposed to call it that. Three years ago the ignorant villagers who were in love with…
Sad that you guys will have to wait until next year to see the rest of it…