There’s a game going around Facebook today, wherein someone tags you to share a passage from page 7 of your current work in progress. I was tagged, but I had a little trouble deciding what to post – I’m working on three things at the moment (well, sort of). I’m still working on that short sci-fi piece that I started back in May, in addition to mulling over revision possibilities for The Lokana Chronicles, and since my short been getting a lot of my time lately, I finally decided to go with that.
And now, because I’m too tired to come up with something better, I’m going to post it here. (It was a long weekend; I’m still in recovery.) From my story, The Colony, I give you a conversation between Lynn Treadwell, the protagonist, and Mr. Edward Barrington III, an executive with the Company, who’ve sent Lynn’s husband to Mars as part of a colony expedition:
“Yes. Well, thank you for your time, sir. I’m sorry to have bothered you.”
“Oh, no bother at all, my dear! But, about those dreams…”
“When you said they were strange…what exactly did you mean?”
“He was warning me,” she said, struck by the man’s sudden change in tone. “He said, ‘They’re coming. Prepare yourself.’ But when I asked who and for what, he wouldn’t say. Do you know what any of this might mean?”
There was silence on the line for a long moment. “In these dreams, did your husband-did he look any different?”
“How did you know?”
“Never you mind that,” Mr. Barrington replied, his voice once more crisp and commanding. “I’m sure these dreams are nothing. Everything at the colony is fine, Mrs. Treadwell. You have nothing to fear – I mean worry about, nothing to worry about. Your husband and the other colonists reached Mars safely, everything is going according to plan, and the first resupply mission will leave on schedule. Now, if that’s all, I am a very busy man and I must bid you good day.”
The suddenness of their disconnection caught her off guard for a moment and she stared at the phone in her hand as if it had suddenly sprouted wings before finally hanging up. There had been fear in his voice at the end, she realized, growing more worried. If this was all just a figment of her imagination, he would have no reason to be afraid. And how did he know Allen looked different?
The more I write of this story, the more I think it has the potential to be something bigger; a novella, maybe. It’s already longer than I thought it would be when I started writing it. I’m excited to see where it will go, but also frustrated because some of the things I want to work into the story aren’t cooperating. So, you know, the usual writer complaints.
Also, between working on this story and doing the appropriate research and marathoning the one and only season of Defying Gravity, I’m back to being one honked-off fangirl. Yet another show that was cancelled far too early in its run.
So, how’s Monday treatin’ ya? What did you think of my excerpt? Shout it out in the comments! Have a great week!
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