I haven't given up on White Noise, but I'm starting a new project to get the creative juices flowing again. The following is a prelude of what's to come...
The soft breeze breathed on the creek, drying the algae-slimed stones with its gentle warmth. It carried a scent that alarmed the young man fishing there, who looked up with wide eyes, not at all calmed by the presence of a spring zephyr under the fragrant oaks. He smelled fire and death.
Heart pounding, he hastily withdrew his line from the water, barely noticing the brown trout wriggling from the hook as he dashed up the landing in a spray of tan gravel. The old bell tower in his village, near at hand, sounded a rising tone to warn of impending disaster.
His desperate, single-minded running and racing heart were abruptly paused, frozen for a moment in a sort of timeless silence. When he blinked, he found himself standing on the prairie between the village and the creek, blood rushing in his ears. He couldn’t remember how he got there. He stared at the large trout dangling limply from his line and wondered when he had caught it.
The man shrugged after a moment of fruitless thought and resumed his approach to the cozy town, his pace now sedate. He couldn’t keep a serene smile from spreading across his bronze face, and a feeling of total bliss washed over him.
Tousling the young man’s dark hair, the zephyr continued on its way, now redolent and spicy. A faint melody could be barely discerned on the wind, but the vapor of burning cities had vanished."
I'm maybe a quarter of the way through the first chapter, and I'm not going to post anything until I have two chapters finished. This is the one, guys! I'm going to actually finish this one!
#ThatsWhatTheyAllSay
