BORED!!
I've been bored out of my mind today, but I did manage to get a two page start on chapter 9 for The Same Coin
Due to my boredom, I'm giving you Sam's vision from the end of chapter 8 [no idea why...I guess because I can]
Sam swallowed heavily forcing his brown eyes to open and saw for a brief moment four sets of eyes staring back at him. He tried to push himself away from the metal wall of the elevator when another wave pounded him back. Hands reached to grip either side of his head in a desperate attempt to hold his skull together it felt like it was going to explode with the images that were being forced in.
Vaguely he was aware of Dean’s arm gripping his shoulder; grounding him in reality. But that too began to fade as he felt his mind fall away sliding with not great ease into the body of another.
The world jerked and stuttered violently, sound screeching in and out of focus; colors faded to gray moments before the lights nearly blinded him.
“Chloe!” a panicked voice cried in alarm.
The vision panned left suddenly seeing a woman running from a darkened room into the light.
“Are you alright?” she asked handing reaching even as she turned her head back towards the other room. “What’s happening?” she demanded not receiving an answer to the first question.
“I don’t know,” Chloe replied voice far calmer than that of her mother.
The lights over head flickered sharply bathing them in light before showering them in darkness. Her mother tenses in the blackness but Chloe didn’t seem quite so afraid.
“C’mon,” she ordered suddenly running from the house.
The night sky overhead was overcast, shrouding the street in darkness as a deep cold settled into the air. In a flash of light the street sign read Pine before it disappeared into the shadows again.
“It’s following us!” her mother panicked, gripping her arm tightly.
“It’ll be okay,” she assured, turning to see her reflection in the window of a car. Chloe’s long dark hair framed a face dominated by almond shaped eyes. She stared directly at her reflection, “Help me!” her words were purposeful, speaking directly to Sam.
Her and her mother’s screams, were the last things Sam heard and the last thing he saw was their blood splashing across the window of the car.
Gasping for breath Sam’s arms shot out searching for something to steady himself, his knees trembling threatening to send him to the ground.
“I got you Sammy,” Dean’s voice was the first thing Sam heard and he allowed himself to breathe a sigh of relief.
He sagged back against the wall swallowing hard, as the ache slowly passed but the memory remained, “I know who the next victim is.”
I actually started reading Key today. It's another one I'm reading mostly out of morbid curiosity. The art's nice, but the story leaves a lot to be desired. The author is trying to be mysterious but isn't offering enough information to make the story work. I read a fanfic like that once, and it's something I worry about as a writer. You want to be subtle but need to know people who don't know the story the way you do can still understand it.
Due to my boredom, I'm giving you Sam's vision from the end of chapter 8 [no idea why...I guess because I can]
Sam swallowed heavily forcing his brown eyes to open and saw for a brief moment four sets of eyes staring back at him. He tried to push himself away from the metal wall of the elevator when another wave pounded him back. Hands reached to grip either side of his head in a desperate attempt to hold his skull together it felt like it was going to explode with the images that were being forced in.
Vaguely he was aware of Dean’s arm gripping his shoulder; grounding him in reality. But that too began to fade as he felt his mind fall away sliding with not great ease into the body of another.
The world jerked and stuttered violently, sound screeching in and out of focus; colors faded to gray moments before the lights nearly blinded him.
“Chloe!” a panicked voice cried in alarm.
The vision panned left suddenly seeing a woman running from a darkened room into the light.
“Are you alright?” she asked handing reaching even as she turned her head back towards the other room. “What’s happening?” she demanded not receiving an answer to the first question.
“I don’t know,” Chloe replied voice far calmer than that of her mother.
The lights over head flickered sharply bathing them in light before showering them in darkness. Her mother tenses in the blackness but Chloe didn’t seem quite so afraid.
“C’mon,” she ordered suddenly running from the house.
The night sky overhead was overcast, shrouding the street in darkness as a deep cold settled into the air. In a flash of light the street sign read Pine before it disappeared into the shadows again.
“It’s following us!” her mother panicked, gripping her arm tightly.
“It’ll be okay,” she assured, turning to see her reflection in the window of a car. Chloe’s long dark hair framed a face dominated by almond shaped eyes. She stared directly at her reflection, “Help me!” her words were purposeful, speaking directly to Sam.
Her and her mother’s screams, were the last things Sam heard and the last thing he saw was their blood splashing across the window of the car.
Gasping for breath Sam’s arms shot out searching for something to steady himself, his knees trembling threatening to send him to the ground.
“I got you Sammy,” Dean’s voice was the first thing Sam heard and he allowed himself to breathe a sigh of relief.
He sagged back against the wall swallowing hard, as the ache slowly passed but the memory remained, “I know who the next victim is.”
I actually started reading Key today. It's another one I'm reading mostly out of morbid curiosity. The art's nice, but the story leaves a lot to be desired. The author is trying to be mysterious but isn't offering enough information to make the story work. I read a fanfic like that once, and it's something I worry about as a writer. You want to be subtle but need to know people who don't know the story the way you do can still understand it.