Saturday, November 28, 2015

Final WIP WeWriWa!

For this month, I am doing something I've never done before: snippets of an unpublished WIP. Up to this point, I've done samples of my work that are completed and available for purchase. For the month of November, I am giving you a sneak peek into a raw, unedited, incomplete piece. To boot, this is my first jab at a fantasy story.

So without further ado, let's WeWriWa!



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This post is part of an ongoing blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing WarriorsEvery Sunday, participating authors post eight sentences from a published work or even a WIP (work in progress). Then we hop to our fellow warriors’ blogs and check out all the fabulous fiction that’s happening! It's a great way to meet readers, writers, and your next favorite book!  :)

The Tale of the Good Pirate, Robert (working title) is a story about a bird named Robert who fancies himself a pirate; he lives in a land called Locreya. It is the land of infinity: infinite possibilities, infinite opportunities, infinite positivity. Just as there is darkness in our world, there is darkness in Robert's world. It is a land called Mulrad. It is the land of misery, built on the tears of children. When three of his crew men are kidnapped and sent to Mulrad, Robert must find a way to save them, and to bring peace to both lands.

Background on the snippet: Desiree has been in Mulrad for a while. Robert sent her there to be his eyes and ears as he makes the way to rescue her and his three crew members. It was another miserable day in the land of misery, until it seemed the world was falling apart. A terrible earthquake and storm are ravaging Mulrad.

Snippet in 8:
Thunder started to crash. Never in my life have I heard such loud thunder. 

Even louder, were the screams of the trees. They were horrible shrieks. They shouted, and I could feel it in the pit of my stomach. They were guttural, blood curdling, and deafeningly loud. They sounded like horrific screams from children – they broke my heart. These were the worst sound.

I hope you liked it!

6 comments:

Ed Hoornaert said...

Where are the caretakers of the trees (aka Ents) when you need them? This is a nicely evocative passage.

Nancy Gideon said...

Ooooo! Chills! Really grabs and twists the reader. Well done, Lauren!

Kim Magennis said...

Very cool story line!
This is a very dark and scary place/time!

Amalie Cantor said...

Sound is a sometimes underutilized sense when writing fiction. The feeling of chaos is strong in this snippet.

Thanks so much for sharing!

Caitlin Stern said...

Very descriptive--you can just feel the storm rattling in your bones, and ringing in your ears!

Jessica Hanna said...

"The screams of the trees." Very chilling indeed.