If it's worth doing....
One of my friends and I have a saying....
If it's worth doing, it's worth overdoing.
I saw the notice from Harper Voyager stating they will be accepting unsolicited manuscripts from Oct 1 - 14
and I thought, hey! I'm already totally not busy with a full time job, music lessons, and other general comittments, WHY DON'T I WRITE A BOOK IN A MONTH?? * ( Read more... )
If it's worth doing, it's worth overdoing.
I saw the notice from Harper Voyager stating they will be accepting unsolicited manuscripts from Oct 1 - 14
and I thought, hey! I'm already totally not busy with a full time job, music lessons, and other general comittments, WHY DON'T I WRITE A BOOK IN A MONTH?? * ( Read more... )
He pressed his fingers hard into the sore spot on his head. He didn’t want to think about mum right now. He needed to look at the lights.
The lights were high up, on the road, but pointing a bit down the hill, where their car had tumbled and slid.
There were people-shapes breaking up the lights, but instead of making him feel relieved it made him feel sick. Those people were trying to hurt him and mum. They’d pushed them off the road. And now he was stuck at the bottom and he was hurt and he couldn't wake mum up.
The shapes moved and he could tell, even from far away, that they didn’t move like regular people. They were clunky; odd.
They had long hair.
He stared harder trying to see something, anything.
Their hair was white.
Wraith.
He was crying again. Big, fat tears running down his cheeks and he didn’t care if that made him a baby or not because they were monsters. They were monsters and they were here and he wasn’t in John’s house this time.
And he was so scared.
They started moving down the hill, sending rocks and dirt down. It hit the car with clinking and thudding sounds and he pressed himself deeper into the foot well. He looked at his mum and then at the door. He wanted to run, but he didn’t want to leave her. He couldn’t leave his mum. Even if... But he was so scared. He was breathing fast and hard and he was feeling dizzy and sick.
They were getting closer, moving down the incline easily. He didn’t understand. Why? What did they want? Why would they do this? What were they going to do with him? To him?
It was getting harder to breathe. All he could taste in his mouth and smell in his nose was the food from the cooler and his mum’s perfume and blood. His hand was inching toward the handle. He didn’t know if he should try to get out of the car. What good would it do? But he didn’t know if he could just wait here while they came for him. He was breathing faster and he was seeing spots. He blinked and then rubbed at his eyes trying to get rid of them but they wouldn't go away and the Wraith were getting closer and once they found him they’d -
A dark shape blurred past the Wraith and suddenly there was only one standing there where there had been two.
And there was screaming.
Ear splitting, horrible screaming. What was that? Was that the WRaith? Was it something else? Meredith pushed himself harder in the foot well, not caring that it made his back and his ribs hurt, not caring that it made it harder to breathe. The Wraith that was left was crouching down, looking around, hissing and spitting. It was close enough for Meredith to hear it through the broken driver side window.
The terrible screaming stopped and the Wraith he could see spit three times on the ground and then tipped its head back and started making the same screaming sound that must have been coming from the other Wraith, the one that was gone.
The dark blur was back and something flashed in front of the Wraith and then the Wraith fell forward.
And it’s head fell off to the side. Unattached. Black pooling from the neck.
He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t. He wanted to curl up next to his mum even though she was… she was… His head hurt and he was crying and something awful was out there, something terrible. Something that killed Wraith and made them scream, cut of their heads and left them on the dirt.
There was a wrenching sound and suddenly the door handle was no longer under his fingers and he looked and the entire door had been ripped away, gone. There was only empty space… and the shape de window.
The terrible screaming stopped and the Wraith he could see spit three times on the ground and then tipped its head back and started making the same screaming sound that must have been coming from the other Wraith, the one that was gone.
The dark blur was back and something flashed in front of the Wraith and then the Wraith fell forward.
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He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t. He wanted to curl up next to his mum even though she was… she was… His head hurt and he was crying and something awful was out there, something terrible. Something that killed Wraith and made them scream, cut of their heads and left them on the dirt.
There was a wrenching sound and suddenly the door handle was no longer under his fingers and he looked and the entire door had been ripped away, gone. There was only empty space… and the shape of a man standing there. He jammed himself hard into the the hovel of the floor well and it hurt and he didn’t care, he didn’t care, he just wanted to get away.
“Meredith?”
The man crouched down and even though it was dark, there were still the truck lights from above shining down. Meredith could see messy hair and green eyes and then a hand was reaching out for him.
“Shhhh, shhh. You’ve got to breathe, Meredith. In and then out.”
That made no sense, he was in a car, at the bottom of a hill and his mum, his mum… He could hardly see anymore, it was all going black around the edges, dark and swirly.
Then a hand touched his knee and it felt like something in his chest loosened and he could breathe a bit more and he sucked in a big breath and when he let it out, he cried a bit.
“Shh, shh. Okay, Meredith, okay.”
He felt hands grab him but it didn’t hurt and they pulled him out of the car. It hurt when he moved, but not from the grabbing. In his ribs and his head. He was crying. The hands pulled him close and he felt safe and it was warm but that made him cry more. He could smell soap and the outdoorsy scent and he knew that smell and he remembered it and the spiky hair and the voice.
And his eyes.
John. That was John.
He knew John and he was John’s Chosen and that mean that he would take care of Meredith. John knew Teyla and Ronon and he’d met Meredith’s mum and mum knew him and…
“My mum is, my mum is,” he tried to say it and he couldn’t say it. Couldn’t say the words.
“I know, buddy. I know.”
They were moving, moving up the hill past the dead Wraith and Meredith turned his face into John’s neck and didn’t look. He didn’t want to look at the car either. He wanted to tell John they couldn’t leave his mum, they couldn’t just leave her there but he was crying and he couldn’t think right.
“And I was th-thinking for you to c-c-come f-f-find us b-b-but we c-c-crashed.”
“I found you. I found you, Meredith.”
“I hit m-m-my head and it hurts.”
“Shh, I’ve got you now.”
“My mum b-b-bought me a shirt and it’s in the c-c-c-car.”
“I’ll get it for you.”
He shook his head, rubbing his face against John’s shirt. It was soft and smelled like clean laundry. “N-n-no.”
“No? You don’t want me to get it?”
He started crying harder and couldn’t say it again, just shook his head against John’s shirt and his head hurt and his chest hurt. He didn’t want that shirt. It was in the car with his mum and there’d been blood on it and water from the cooler.
But she bought it for him and now it was ruined.
“Thank the Ancestors, you found him.”
That was Teyla’s voice. Teyla was here. He felt her hand on the back of his head. He wanted to see her but he didn’t want to look in case he saw… in case he saw….
“How is he?”
Ronon. Ronon and Teyla. But it didn’t matter because nobody could help his mum, nobody could help her and she was down there in the car and her outfit was getting all wrinkled - and it was getting hard to breathe again and there wasn’t enough air-
“Shh, Meredith. Sleep, sleep.”
John’s voice was right next to his hear, soft and low. Meredith was tired, he was so tired and John’s voice made him sleepy.
“That’s it, Meredith, go to sleep. Go to sleep. I’ve got you. Sleep, Meredith, sleep.”
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SDKJ;ASJ;a Have I mentioned lately how much I love your writing?
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and I need all the emotional support I can get right now. I waffle every day between I CAN DO IT! I'M A GOOD WRITER
and
SOB. I CAN'T DO IT. THIS IS CRAP.
I appreciate your support!
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I'm very good at emotional support :P I know how hard it is to write, so I try to be there for my friends. YOU ARE TOTALLY A GOOD WRITER BB YOU'VE WRITTEN SOME OF MY FAVORITE FICS A;DKJFA;SK
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