fLIE

So, here is another announcement; I have written a short story called fLIE, which may or may not appear on this site, or Whispers. It’s currently at 10000 words, and quite a bit of effort went into this short story. If there is interest enough, I will put it up.

First of all, though, I will give a little synopsis and background of this story that just may turn into a novella, let alone a full length novel, as Emma’s Party is turning in to.

Firstly, this story stemmed from a frightening but exciting dream I had one night on corrupt government that was killing anybody who was against them and the way the ran them. Rouge Courts were put in place to bring this government down, mostly in the tattered remnants of North America. The most frightening aspect of this dream was the fact that those that the government killed had a blank face, and they killed with terrible monsters. I woke up exhilarated and ready to write more about this terrible government and life that these people were living.

From there, I created strong characters, written in third person. yes, you read that right. Michelle is writing in third person. Wow. I have my background, and every bit of research I felt I needed.

I, so far, have received positive feedback on this, but have not shared with anybody outside a close personal circle.

We shall have to see what the future brings. Perhaps my awesome readers will give me some feedback?

For now, I shall give you a taste of what this story entails.

Run. A young woman flitted from shadow to shadow, hiding from the glow of the street lights that lit the gloomy rural street. She heard her heartbeat in her ears, pounding wildly, and she forced her breath to slow, tried to choke it back as she panted, straining to hear anything that was not harmonious with the night sounds all around her. She restrained her panic, closing her eyes for a moment.

A pebble skittered.

The young woman took off like a startled doe, her panic quickly rising. She fought it, wrestling it as she ran hard for the brick building at the end of the street. She heard metal clicking and a low mutter behind her as something dropped and clattered across the dark pavement. She ran faster, pushing her body harder than she ever had before in her life.

She ran across the road, leaping over the curb in a long jump. The brick building was there, just ahead of her…

Suddenly, she was hit with a spasm of agonizing pain. A wall in her mind fell, disappearing and leaving her mind open. Her knees buckled, and she fell hard to the damp pavement. She felt bruises bloom on her skin, and wetness where she had scraped against the concrete. She closed her eyes, gritting her teeth so hard they creaked. Her head felt like it was about to explode, and the world blurred around her. She could feel the Wielder’s smile as it forced the creature on her, smiling as the smoke surrounded her…

No! She fought the terror and pain. No, I can’t die here, not from them. No, no, no, no, no! She struggled against the distorted grey that came across her vision, and pushed, hard, throwing the stone wall back up.

  She felt it recoil, slowly drawing back. Circling and trying to find a way around the mental stone wall that blocked it. Her vision sharpened, the grey going out of her eyes. She thrust herself up, her breath catching. The thing wasn’t strong enough to hold her if she fought it.

She built up the wall, breathing hard, listening for any sound. She took a tentative step, and the force hit her again. She stayed up, but felt her skin being scraped, like long metal fingers.  She pushed the force out of her mind and darted forward, concentrating on the brick building ahead of her. She ran, feeling like she was struggling through thick honey. Pain brought her down, making each step feel like she had barely moved.

She shook her head, and the physical movement smarted. She pushed harder against the force, which grappled with her, trying to find a place to take hold, some place to drag her under.

She sharpened her mind, trying to force the thing out, pushing on it, trying to hold it as far away from her as she could. The thing bit, her head feeling like it was splitting as it roared silently. She ran harder, those last few meters so close…

The woman jumped onto the stairs, her heart beating unevenly. She felt the thing harden it’s resolve, and she buckled at the front door. Her world went slightly grey again, blurring as it did. She pushed, but the darkness was sapping her energy, and her mental walls were crumbling. Every hole that broke in her wall was a bit of grey shading her eyes. Mortar and dust were sucked into the grey. The color went out of the scenes around her. The grey started to turn black, and she felt washed away, into the darkness that was awaiting her. She gave the beast a last shove, and she could feel the smile of the one who controlled it. She angrily tried to heave the pressure away from her.

She struggled, but the fight was washing away from her, as fast as the dim colors of the street around her. The red brick turned a murky grey, the streetlight white.

Light suddenly bloomed from behind her, and the pain became excruciating. She felt herself slip off of the mental ledge she had put herself on, and fell, too tired to scream in dismay, into a darkened pit.

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