Friday, January 1, 2016

Snazzy Snippets {The One Where It's 2016 Believe It Or Not}

Snazzy Snippets It's 2016

This is my first ever post ever written ever posted in 2016! Now there's just 2017 and 2018 till I get to see HTTYD 3... {please excuse me as I go cry} Either way there are many fabulous things ahead for you and I this grand new year. So let's kick it off with some excerpts of my writing. [Snazzy Snippets is a link-up hosted by Loony Literate and The Devil Orders Takeout]

Snippet #1 From Page 16

She lay back down; the coolness from the cold stone on her back calmed her. It was for a moment as if the world wasn’t crashing down around her.

Slowly, gradually she drifted back into her thoughts. The scents of Alam Azaleas, peonies, Siberna Irises mingled in the air.

When she needed to forget she often came to this place to play with her aiever, she’d sort through the scents in the air and pick out the varieties of plants that were currently in bloom. Occasionally there would be no blossoms and then she’d run her fingers along the leaves and identify the plants, just another way to tell.

Flowers? She tensed. When she’d left the banquet hall fueled by a desperate need to escape, she hadn’t been thinking. Her steps had led to her garden. The garden. The one her stepmother had made . . .

The pain that had slowly faded to a dull throb and settled into the back of her mind came back. It encircled her, trapping the girl in its agonizing embrace.

Silver sat up and pulled her knees to her chest. In a desperate attempt to forget, to bury the pain, she tried to force her mind to drift away.

 But the world was cruel. One cannot simply forget. No matter how hard they try. The princess only waded in deeper, till her head went under.

She struggled but there was no way out. Then giving in it was suddenly again the day of her sixth birthday, reliving the memory she dreaded.

Snippet #2 Of 16 Words or Fewer

Okay, I'm cheating on this one. I normally write long sentence and I have literally nothing that even remotely makes sense under 16 words.

Eyes blinked open, darkness. Where everyone else went from the dark lids of their eyes to the vibrant colors of life, she went from the colors of her dreams to the darkness of her days.

Snippet #3. Something New

Silver woke up gasping; she always woke up gasping with her chest heaving and drops of sweat beading her forehead. Upon her instruction, her eyes fell shut and she tried to fall back asleep. It was useless. Once awake she was up for the rest of the day no matter how tried she felt.

She pushed herself into a sitting position. Her eyes remained shut. There was no point. Simply no point in opening them, people shied away from her when she stared through them, frankly it made them uncomfortable.

Nightmares. They were getting worse. Every night she went to sleep afraid. Normally she enjoyed her nightly visits to the world of color that was held out of her reach. But. That had clearly changed. Same Voice. Same Words. Always. Never changing. Though they got worse, they were always the same, yet with every night every dark dream it somehow got worse. She couldn’t explain. It never ceased till she woke, and even though she could clearly remember that the words had repeated throughout her sleep, she could never quite remember which words.

The door clicked, signaling that it was now open. She stiffened. The sound came from the left. On that wall she had two doors, one lead to the hall, the other to a parlor that joined all the bedrooms. Who was it?

“Silver?”

The girl relaxed, it was her stepmother.

“Is it that dream again?” Silver nodded in response to Renagade’s question. The bed sagged as the stepmother sat down. She began to play with the girls long black hair. “There’s something I think you should know.”

The stepmother paused, unsure how or whether to continue. The information she’d uncovered was troubling. “You know why your blind?” The question was far more a statement then a question.

“A defect discovered at birth,” Silver replied quickly, her words were a question when they should have been a statement.

“No.”

The girl frowned, what did she mean?

“You were not officially declared blind till three weeks after your third birthday and” – there was a pause – “your mother’s death.” Renagade frowned slightly. “Of course most of the country and all the doctors just assumed you’d been born with impaired vison and had eventually become blind and we’d just never really noticed. It was possible in your case, taken into account that you spent most of your first three years sick. But I think your blindness is connected to the fact that your mother had a dyad aven…”