Saturday Snippet: July 25th
Saturday Snipped is a bi-monthly column run by Catrine, where you post a snipped from something you have written. It can be from your book, poem, or anything else you have written. Post it, link to it in her post, and check out what everyone else has posted!
As I’ve spent the morning writing with Catrine at the local Starbucks, enjoying my caramel Frappe and writing close to a thousand words, I was planning on posting a snippet from that this week. But most of what I have written is pretty specific to the central plot in the book. And since Memories is the second book in my fantasy series, and I’m currently writing the last chapter, I figured it might be best to post from something else this week.
I decided on something I’ve been working on for the past few weeks. It’s not a new book, but more a writing exercise. I’m trying to get better at writing short stories. Or at the very least, shorter stories. I’m also writing in first person, which I normally never do. Remants is set in a post-apocalyptic science fiction universe, and this weeks snippet is from the first few paragraphs.
I have memories that aren’t my own. Of crimson rain, and burning skies. I have memories of her. With golden eyes and pitch black hair, standing at the edge, looking down onto the scorched earth. Gun in one hand, someone else’s blood running down the other. She stood then as she does now, looking at something beyond my own field of vision. Without saying a word.
I know the memories are real, but I never lived them myself. I know she didn’t just watch the chaos unfold, as an entire planet ripped itself apart, though that is in truth the only memory of it I have. I know she was the cause of the destruction, that she stayed only long enough to see the fruits of her labour before she left the planet. I know a lot of things that happened that day, despite the fact that I hadn’t even been born yet when she destroyed Cretario.
If that peaked your interest (fingers crossed) you’ll be glad to hear I am planning on posting this to Wattpad at some point this year.
Spennende lesing, Cecilie. Lykke til