Something a little bit longer for your weekend read. The beginning to a story I never finished writing, but I enjoy the concepts behind it so much that I have to share it anyway. Maybe I’ll continue some day.
The world was howling around her as she stumbled into the shadowed room, the echo of the blast still washing over her in wild, dizzying surges like the sound of a behemoth’s heartbeat. The screams, the panic, from the foyer downstairs were the cries of ants in comparison — wailing ants waiting helplessly under the shadow of an oncoming foot.
Her hand hit the bookshelf before her eyes realized she was in range, and she jammed her elbow with the force of her unsteady momentum. This wasn’t the time for dizziness, wasn’t the time for weakness or aching limbs, but her subsequent headshake to try and snap herself out of it only left her gagging back a new fit of nausea. The thrumming amped up to eleven in her ear, and she felt herself flinch in anticipation of a surging ocean wave or possibly a thirty-foot butterfly wing sweeping into her from the left.
The conservatory had been on her left. In the conservatory had been her—
No time, no time to think about it. No time to dwell. She only had… who knew how long. Seconds, if that.
The screaming ants were slowly going quiet. Read more…