An official WIP (Work in Progress) challenge has been thrown down. The gauntlet is set. Let’s see who is brave enough to reveal their unedited (gasp) first few sentences of their current work in progress.
Amy Miles has challenged me and asked to see something from my Monsterish Manuscript I’m writing.
Here are the rules:
1. Provide the link back to the post by the person who nominated you.
2. Write a little about your work in progress.
3. Give the first sentences of the first THREE chapters of your current WIP.
4. Nominate four other writers for the challenge.
I started this book back in Oct of 2011 and I just haven’t had the time to finish it. It currently has the WIP title of Underland. But I’m not sold on it. Also I’m not sure if I’m going to keep this in 3rd person POV or switch it to 1st. There’s a whole lot I’m not comfortable with, but afterall this is a rough draft. So here goes. And I’m giving you way more than a couple sentences. So enjoy the first draft of my Monster Book.
It rained the night they grabbed Lena from the cardboard box she was sleeping in by the dumpster. The absence of the moon and the steam rising from the sewer drains hid the kidnappers from sight, preventing someone from aiding her. But then again, who would aid a homeless kid, who ate out of garbage cans, slept in an alley and begged for spare change. Most people would be happy that there was one less degenerate living on the street and probably would look the other way. Lena wouldn’t have interfered either. That was part of survival, caring only about yourself and finding your next meal.
At first, she assumed it was social services again, dragging her to the closest shelter, so she only put up a minimal amount of fight, knowing she would escape at the first opportunity, like she had done on so many other occasions. But when a gag that tasted of motor oil was shoved in her mouth, she became worried. It was too dark to see but she heard the sound of a metal grate grinding against cement, and smelled the foul stink of human waste as they dragged her into the sewer. Lena was wrong; these were not ordinary upstanding citizens. They were monsters—literally.
Lena wasn’t sure which oddity alerted her to her non-human counterparts first. It could have been the ten foot Troll selling hotdogs, or what she hoped were hotdogs, the toppings looked questionable and resemble nothing like relish. Or maybe it was the Manticore pushing a baby carriage, full of kittens. Lena stopped to stare, Alpo had to physically lift Lena and drag her into the city. Maybe she had hit her head harder than she thought and was delusional.
As a child, Selena used to have nightmares every night. Her nightmares became so bad that she refused to sleep, and became terrified of the dark. For the darkness brought on sleep, that brought forth the nightmares.
Her father, Philip, tried to comfort her. He had advice about everything, even if he was usually quoting someone famous. His favorite quote was the one he used to calm her, “There’s nothing to fear, but fear itself.”
“But how do I get my fear to not be afraid?” she had childishly replied.
Philip smiled, pulled out a purple unicorn nightlight and plugged it into the wall. Her room became awash in lavender light. “Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that.” He kissed her forehead and from that night on she never had another nightmare, until one walked into her home seven years later in the guise of her stepfather.
I nominate RaShelle Workman, Stacey Wallace Benefiel, Magan Vernon & Wendy Owens