charloft: Sunday | A to B
I wanted to do some warm-up writing with my characters before Nanowrimo started so I joined charloft for their awesome creative writing propmts. Here's my first one:
"Row faster!" Kerris yelled back at him, voice almost lost through the spray of water. He turned around and aimed another fireball at their pursuers.
"You try rowing through a storm!" Nolan yelled back, muscles straining as he struggled to pull the boat through a swell of water.
Kerris continued shooting off fireballs even though the flames were being extinguished before they reached their destination.
Nolan ignored the sound of gunshots coming from the other boat. The only good thing about the weather was that the people chasing them couldn't aim either.
He pulled on the oars again and glanced quickly over his shoulder, flinging wet hair out of his eyes. "We're almost there!"
On his last word, the boat was caught by a large wave, dumping them over. Nolan didn't even have time to shout in surprise before he was being rolled by the pounding surf.
He crawled slowly out of the water, once he got his bearings, feeling as though he'd been on the losing side of multiple tavern fights. He glanced around and was relieved to see Kerris a short way off spitting out a mouthful of sand. Shouts rang out behind them and Nolan lifted his head to see their pursuers still struggling toward the beach.
"We probably could have planned that escape better," Nolan commented dryly, groaning as he rose to his feet wondering if they could find a place to hide for the night.
"Row faster!" Kerris yelled back at him, voice almost lost through the spray of water. He turned around and aimed another fireball at their pursuers.
"You try rowing through a storm!" Nolan yelled back, muscles straining as he struggled to pull the boat through a swell of water.
Kerris continued shooting off fireballs even though the flames were being extinguished before they reached their destination.
Nolan ignored the sound of gunshots coming from the other boat. The only good thing about the weather was that the people chasing them couldn't aim either.
He pulled on the oars again and glanced quickly over his shoulder, flinging wet hair out of his eyes. "We're almost there!"
On his last word, the boat was caught by a large wave, dumping them over. Nolan didn't even have time to shout in surprise before he was being rolled by the pounding surf.
He crawled slowly out of the water, once he got his bearings, feeling as though he'd been on the losing side of multiple tavern fights. He glanced around and was relieved to see Kerris a short way off spitting out a mouthful of sand. Shouts rang out behind them and Nolan lifted his head to see their pursuers still struggling toward the beach.
"We probably could have planned that escape better," Nolan commented dryly, groaning as he rose to his feet wondering if they could find a place to hide for the night.