Anyway, I was asked to take part in this - the Waterstones NaNoWriMo Challenge - to write the third chapter of a story with the aid of Rory's Story Cubes to help with inspiration. I had only two rules - keep it between 250-500 words and keep it PG rated. Easy, right? NOPE! But oddly fun!
Anyway, if you want to follow the story, here is chapter 1 at SonnyAndLuca.co.uk and chapter 2 is at RebeccaCraft.com. So, are we all up to speed? Are we all sitting comfortable? Good, then I shall begin...
(And to whoever has chapter 4, I am so very sorry.)
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As I walked slowly toward the mysterious sunny face archway,
my fingers twitched and touched my bare wrist, only to feel some skin raised. I
looked down and saw black ink of a tattoo. A tattoo I never had.
"What
the -?" Did I do this last night? What actually happened last night?
The
tattoo was of sleeping Justice, holding
scales in one hand and, weirdly, an apple in the other.
How
drunk did I get last night?
No. I
wasn't drinking last night. So... what on earth happened?!
I
turned down the empty road, a cold feeling creeping up my spine. Something
weird happened to me - no, something weird is
happening to me - and I had no idea what was going on.
I was
being to get a headache. It felt like an swarm of angry beetles and bees was
trapped in a jam jar.
Could I
buy some paracetamol? I felt the strange jacket I was wearing to see if I could
feel any cash or my wallet in the pockets. Nothing.
Great,
I thought. Just great. What else can go wrong?
Famous
last words.
Out of
nowhere, a toddler ran out of a shop, eyes wide like dish. He was wearing
bright red wellies.
"Mum!
MUM!" He squealed, pointing to the sky. "Rainbow! RAINBOW!"
The
shop door opened and a woman - the child's mother - came out. "You
shouldn't run off, Ethan."
"MUM!" the child - Ethan - wailed, pointing the sky above my head.
"Rainbow!"
The
mother looked up at the sky. "There's no rainbow, dear. It's..." She
suddenly looked puzzled. "What is that?"
"Sh-sh-shooting
star?" Ethan questioned, pouting his lips out, his mouth not truly able to
pronounce the word.
The
mother continued to look at the sky. Then a look of horror and terror crossed
it. She snatched Ethan up into her arms and run to the shop door.
"Get
inside!" She shouted. "Run! They're coming! Get inside!"
The
shop door snapped shut behind her as Ethan wailed.
What on
earth -? What would cause a grown-up to freak out like that?
I
turned on the spot, stared up at the sky and felt my brain short-circuited.
This
wasn't real.
It made
no sense!
And
yet, it was happening.
An army
of angry sheep was being parachuted down from the empty blue sky, and all their
little black eyes were fixed horribly on me.
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