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changeling) wrote2006-07-06 09:54 pm
changeling) wrote2006-07-06 09:54 pm
Drabble challenge, day 1 - Shadow Boys
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mattador's challenge, I'm going to try to write at least 100 words a day of original fiction – either part of Shadow Boys, or part of the as-yet-unnamed Blue Hair novel. Maybe even the strange YA Lost Property novel that a snippet of graces my user info.
This is mostly here for my benefit, to keep track of what I'm writing. I make no promises for sense for the rest of you; this part is about 21 thousand words in. The whole lot will get posted in my writing journal eventually, but probably not in the next short while.
She paused to rearrange the lantern and had her fingers trodden on by the black boots from above. She climbed faster, and quickly found herself at the bottom.
“Wow,” said Michael, behind her.
She turned around. They had climbed into a long narrow tunnel that sloped downwards at a sharp angle. Stalactites and limestone straws hung from the ceiling. A rivulet of water ran alongside her feet, and then as the corridor opened up into a small room, suddenly tumbled into the darkness. Lesley took a deep breath as she walked along the path, which was narrower than when she could touch the walls. The lantern lit up the red-coloured wall, but there was no floor. She breathed out again as the walls closed in again, and the hole was behind. This tunnel didn’t look as clean and neat, as man-made, as the tunnels they’d walked through so far. It looked as though it had existed for a very long time before any people had thought to burrow under the ground. For some reason she thought of the lake room again, and the darkness of the water. She could hear strange noises. She told herself it was just Laughton and Greenslade as they walked through behind her, and that the room was distorting the sound, but the deep core part of her wasn’t convinced. She shivered.
mattador's challenge, I'm going to try to write at least 100 words a day of original fiction – either part of Shadow Boys, or part of the as-yet-unnamed Blue Hair novel. Maybe even the strange YA Lost Property novel that a snippet of graces my user info.This is mostly here for my benefit, to keep track of what I'm writing. I make no promises for sense for the rest of you; this part is about 21 thousand words in. The whole lot will get posted in my writing journal eventually, but probably not in the next short while.
She paused to rearrange the lantern and had her fingers trodden on by the black boots from above. She climbed faster, and quickly found herself at the bottom.
“Wow,” said Michael, behind her.
She turned around. They had climbed into a long narrow tunnel that sloped downwards at a sharp angle. Stalactites and limestone straws hung from the ceiling. A rivulet of water ran alongside her feet, and then as the corridor opened up into a small room, suddenly tumbled into the darkness. Lesley took a deep breath as she walked along the path, which was narrower than when she could touch the walls. The lantern lit up the red-coloured wall, but there was no floor. She breathed out again as the walls closed in again, and the hole was behind. This tunnel didn’t look as clean and neat, as man-made, as the tunnels they’d walked through so far. It looked as though it had existed for a very long time before any people had thought to burrow under the ground. For some reason she thought of the lake room again, and the darkness of the water. She could hear strange noises. She told herself it was just Laughton and Greenslade as they walked through behind her, and that the room was distorting the sound, but the deep core part of her wasn’t convinced. She shivered.