Excerpt and Word Count
November 2nd 2009 11:43
So far I'm at 10K, and I thought I'd share a little excerpt with you guys. This isn't from Phoenix Falling, because I need to do a little more prep work before I can start this, it's from a novel whose plot I adopted from last year's adopt a plot thread.
Here goes:
I was going for a walk through the woods by my cottage when I met him. Staring at the old, tall trees all around me with their thick trunks and their falling leaves. Breathing in crips autumn air that brought a smile to my face now as it always had.
I walked for quite some time, a few hours or so. The sun was almost setting when I first laid eyes on him.
He was building a fire. There was a tent set up behind him, and he had made a small firepit and filled it with wood. He was handsome. One look told me that he was much older than I, and much more experienced with the forest. I sighed softly, thinking of my life in the city, and for a moment wished that I could move and live in the cottage year-round.
The man was humming a song that was familiar to me, but that I could not place by tune alone as he worked. Soon the fire came to life, and I stood, entranced by its beauty. The sound of birds calling good night to each other and the crackling of the fire was all I heard for a moment as he stopped humming and looked in my direction.
I was frozen, staring into the fire in a trance. It seemed to me that it was dancing, that it was trying to tell me something. The voices of the birds urged me towards it, and I stepped out of my cover behind the trees and began walking, slow step after slow step, towards the fire.
His eyes widened and he looked at me, watching as I walked towards the fire and finally fell to my knees in front of it. I registered this in some back area of my brain as the rest of my being focused on what lay in front of me.
The flames danced, seeming to leap into the air in front of me. I watched silently, my eyes burning almost.
The fire turned into a phoenix before my eyes. Into one of the legendary birds, the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen. It took my breath away as I watched it, almost reaching out to touch it before remembering that a phoenix was still made of fire, it would still burn me unless it wanted me to touch it.
As I sat there, entranced by this beautiful fire, a voice, a female voice, not that of the man that sat beside me, staring, knife in hand, saying something that I could not hear.
“Blaire... come to me... you know where to find me in your heart. There is an island... come to me.”
I stared for a long time into the fire, staring at the phoenix as it danced over the wood, pecking the wood with its beak to keep it aflame.
Finally I snapped back into reality, the fire changing back into just an ordinary fire, and the man's voice finally making it through to me.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?”
Here goes:
I was going for a walk through the woods by my cottage when I met him. Staring at the old, tall trees all around me with their thick trunks and their falling leaves. Breathing in crips autumn air that brought a smile to my face now as it always had.
I walked for quite some time, a few hours or so. The sun was almost setting when I first laid eyes on him.
He was building a fire. There was a tent set up behind him, and he had made a small firepit and filled it with wood. He was handsome. One look told me that he was much older than I, and much more experienced with the forest. I sighed softly, thinking of my life in the city, and for a moment wished that I could move and live in the cottage year-round.
The man was humming a song that was familiar to me, but that I could not place by tune alone as he worked. Soon the fire came to life, and I stood, entranced by its beauty. The sound of birds calling good night to each other and the crackling of the fire was all I heard for a moment as he stopped humming and looked in my direction.
I was frozen, staring into the fire in a trance. It seemed to me that it was dancing, that it was trying to tell me something. The voices of the birds urged me towards it, and I stepped out of my cover behind the trees and began walking, slow step after slow step, towards the fire.
His eyes widened and he looked at me, watching as I walked towards the fire and finally fell to my knees in front of it. I registered this in some back area of my brain as the rest of my being focused on what lay in front of me.
The flames danced, seeming to leap into the air in front of me. I watched silently, my eyes burning almost.
The fire turned into a phoenix before my eyes. Into one of the legendary birds, the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen. It took my breath away as I watched it, almost reaching out to touch it before remembering that a phoenix was still made of fire, it would still burn me unless it wanted me to touch it.
As I sat there, entranced by this beautiful fire, a voice, a female voice, not that of the man that sat beside me, staring, knife in hand, saying something that I could not hear.
“Blaire... come to me... you know where to find me in your heart. There is an island... come to me.”
I stared for a long time into the fire, staring at the phoenix as it danced over the wood, pecking the wood with its beak to keep it aflame.
Finally I snapped back into reality, the fire changing back into just an ordinary fire, and the man's voice finally making it through to me.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?”
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