Welcome! First, I wanted to share a scene I wrote during Emma Michaels’s Twitter Party for the release of The Thirteenth Chime. Which was a lot of fun may I add. I came into the party to find our host in Twitter jail – oh no! So, as her guests, several of us tried to write her out. Here is my scene (I’ll admit it’s not my best, but it’s not bad for in flight twitter writing – the only thing change is that I got rid of the @ and one sentence disappeared, so I tried to copy it from memory 🙂 ):
Emma Michaels stirred from the darkness, only the bars of a cell could be seen. A faint number could be seen, 13. The ticking of a clock echoed in the shadow as a cloaked man stepped forward. The clock he carried lingered between life and death itself, their hand gasping the stem. He held it out, the glass reflecting Emma’s face. It was as pale a ghost. The hands spun backwards, turning and turning. Laugher surrounded the empty room.
“Your time has come.”
Though the figure could not be seen, Emma could tell it was a voice of a handsome man. A flaming blade wheeled through the air. The cloaked man feel cracking the time piece and the powers of life and death swallowed him whole. The blade swiped the bar, tearing them apart. He held out his hand as Emma stepped out. He wrapped his arm around her and guided her by the light of the sword to safety.
Now onto this weeks Create a Scene! So, I’ll be starting school Wednesday ( 😦 or 🙂 – I’m not sure yet). So, this week my thoughts are turned onto that fateful first day. For rules – please see Create a Scene Tuesdays. For last weeks entries – click here!
My entry: My headset to my iPod was wrapped around my ears, but I could hardly hear the music over my thoughts. It was my first day back to class after a long, wonderful summer vacation. The trees of the campus were still green and the air still hot, how could school start already?
My mind was torn. I wished to enjoy the peace and quiet of my time off with the adventure of the events that occurred. However, I was already drowning in a pool of papers and homework. I hadn’t even stepped into my first day, yet I was planning my schedule and wishing for the weekend.
Why? Why am I so scared and terrified of my first day? I love school. I love to learn. So, why this fear each year, each start of the school week?
I continued passed the brick buildings and the student center. The line for the bookstore led right out the door. Oh, I still yearn to go back and start the summer all over again. Then there is the yearn to learn, to meet new professors and new students. To have my mind expand and study new concepts that I have never realized existed before that day.
I walked to a door inside the General Building. The number read one hundred and three. I looked at my schedule to verify.
“Well, at least I didn’t get lost this year.”