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Here’s a new WIP–“Discovering Gremlins.” Seth had a bad day at work–hit his head and saw a monster, which he dismissed as his imagination, despite a shadow following him home. The next day, he breaks his phone screen, his shower sprays water everywhere, the subway car he’s on is delayed more than an hour–after lunch Harry (she of I.T. fame) pushes him into her office and tells him she can fix his gremlin problem–and sends him to buy an expensive sound system, then wait for her before he enters his apartment. Seth goes in alone.
Previous snippet:
This was it. This was how he died.The heat from the claws digging into his back vanished, and as he knelt there, eyes clamped shut tightly, he heard the faint rustle of something—several somethings moving behind him. Four, five… he couldn’t tell. Much more than two, which had been terrifying enough.The door thudded against the wall as someone shoved it open, and a familiar voice shouted something in a language full of liquid syllables.“Harry,” Seth said, as his frazzled brain provided him with a prosaic piece of information amid the screaming terror of the last few minutes.“Just stay put, Seth. Keep your eyes closed until I say otherwise,” Harry slid in between the lilting words of that other language.A rough-edged voice, with an inhumanely deep tone, answered, the burble of sounds still as pretty as a stream, answered, moving away from Seth as it did so.
Harry’s voice responded, and then an almost-silence followed. The soft
scratch of claws on the floors, a quiet rubbing sound, an exhaled breath. Seth’s
mind latched onto each noise, imagination churning out scenarios for each one.
“Okay, you can stand up now,” Harry said.
He didn’t move, petrified to the spot, a statue curiosity for his landlord.
Hands dug under his arms, lifted, pinched in when he didn’t cooperate. The
pain brought him back to himself, mostly, and he stood, eyes still closed.
“You can open your eyes,” she added, moving around, a metallic rattling
noise following her footsteps. Curiosity pried open his lids, finally, to see
Harry creating a circle around the sound system boxes—screws, computer chips,
and twists of wire raining from her hands.
She stepped back to study her efforts, grabbed another handful of pieces
from her pockets, and filled in gaps with an intense focus, then nodded.
Thanks Marcia of Bookin' It, Ileandra of Writing: A Conversation Without Interruptions, D.R. Sylvester of Writes & Responsibilities, and bibliobettyreviews.
Also thanks to Marcia. :)
Thanks to David of DFL Writing.
Thanks Keona-Mlh of Queen’s Enigma is Back!
Thanks, Jess from What Comes Next!
Thanks to Marcia Meara at Bookin' It, Sarah from Earful of Cider, and Ileandra from Writing: A Conversation Without Interruptions.
Ooh, thank goodness for Harry – this snippet raises all sorts of questions, well done!
Harry is a mystery. 😉
Oh, I can comment now. Yay!!
I’m still so curious as to how Harry knows how to do all this, why the goblins don’t come after her. Lovin’ this story!
Yeah, the new WordPress platform and I aren’t getting along.
She has reasons she’ll explain. 😉