Saturday, April 19, 2014

Eight Sentences: Zeelia (14)

Ferns the size of elephants, fronds big enough to use as tents; she ran from stalk to stem to trunk and on through the increasingly dim reddish twilight that lingered beneath the lowest canopy. Her boots were gummed with resinous gunk, her hair was sticky with red stuff in the air--maybe pollen, possibly spores, she wasn't sure and didn't have time to give it much attention. Whatever it was, it mingled with her sweat and the humidity in the air until it ran like blood down her face and shoulders. She wiped the stuff out of her eyes and kept moving. Silence dogged her every step. Dead silence. Anything that couldn't get away was hunkering down, hiding, hoping to get overlooked. What was coming after her had made a powerful impression on the local wildlife; only the swarms of hungry black beetles ignored her plight, disinterested in her flight, as they continued to collect resin and go about their tasks.




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The Weekend Writing Warriors site sponsors a round of 8-sentence excerpts every weekend. Zeelia (1) was my first 8-sentence except and has become a regular weekly feature here at my blog. There is a new Linky-list at Weekend Writing Warriors for everyone participating in the blog-hop each weekend. Be sure to check out some of the other writers!

6 comments:

  1. It does sound as if something big and bad is behind her. Lots of tension in this and beautiful description.

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    1. Glad you appreciate the tension; things are going to get a bit more intense shortly. And violent. The lady is certainly not the fainting damsel-in-distress type...

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  2. Great attention to detail, and excellent use of the wildlife's behavior to hint at what's following.

    Made me think of the goblins scampering for cover when the balrog approaches in LOTR.

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    1. Thanks. I love that scene. I was thinking along very different lines, but that is a great connection/resonance, so thanks!

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  3. Crap...I hope she finds a place to hunker down!

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    1. ...or take the higher ground...

      ...you can stay the prey, or become the hunter. This lady isn't cut out to remain simply reactive for too long, so I think you can see what's coming...

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