In the warmth of her blanket and with her head still fuzzy from the previous night out, Rose woke up in the darkness with a hundred thoughts and feelings still flowing through her mind.
Aware that it was still too early to get up yet also too late to stay up, she laid in her bed hugging her spare, often unused third pillow not daring to check what time it was. Her thoughts swirled around and whether they had been influenced from her already-vanished dreams or not, currently revolved only around herself: her own being, and of the people closest to this fragmented conceptual image of herself.
Her father and her sister, standing there next to the bed staring at her in the blacked-out apartment, their faces young… Read More
In this extract we find one of the main characters stuck in a dream/nightmare-like state. It was interesting writing this as I have not previously attempted writing horror or suspense, and so these events merely unfolded as I coaxed my heart to race in an artificial state of fear, if that makes any sense. By closing my eyes, breathing calmly, and then imagining the worst possible place I could be, it helped to prepare myself in the right mood in order to empathise with the character.
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I lie flat on my back on top of the blue ragged sleeping bag which has seemingly shrivelled and shrunken in my absence. I don’t bother uncurling… Read More
Another sneak peak. Potential spoilers all XXX’d out.
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I make it about two blocks away from the church when I decide it’s time to ditch the umbrella. Sorry, Father XXXX, but getting drenched wins next to getting beaten up by some massive European psycho. I glance back between my long and frantic strides to try and throw it at him, not that umbrellas, especially broken ones, are known as great projectile weapons. I miss him by a mile. Plus, even if I was on target, chances are he’s probably good at the baton relay anyway judging by the serious look on his face, the grip he had on my neck when we first met, and his ever-increasing… Read More
Okay, another extract of what we’ve come up with. This time, it’s an out-of-body experience from one of our main characters. There will be a fair bit of that in the story because, after all, our existences are a mixture of the real and what we perceive to be real, aren’t they? We all have our masks, and create our own realities when we see fit every now and again. Or at least I do.
Again, names have been XXX’d out where appropriate. I am pleased with the content so far, and it won’t be long now before the first chapter, or pilot, will be ready in its entirety. Thank you to Hunter Red for the comment in the last post: from someone I don’t know! It drives me… Read More
