Yes, yes, yes, I know- today is Sunday.
But it’s close enough and I DO WHAT I WANT.
Either way, today I’m going to be sharing a little snippet of something I wrote instead of working on my novel. It’s become very frequent of me to do this- I’ll sit down to write and get at least a good 1,000 words down in The Great Novel Of Doom, but I’ll (accidentally) end up writing out some other idea that’s been floating around in my head for a while. This particular thing involves pirates with magical powers that no one (including me) fully knows about. It was also kind of a practice to work with different speech patterns (although that didn’t work out too well… oops).
Let me know what you think down below! I might actually write out some more of this one, we’ll see how it goes. 🙂
“I’m doomed, Calder,” Fiona sighed, plopping down on the creaky wooden steps leading up to the boat’s main deck and burying her face in her hands. “You’ve got to leave right now before ya’ get hurt.
“Don’t say that, Fi, there’s always a chance,” Calder replied, using all his willpower not to sound uncertain about his statement.
She looked up at her younger brother with an eyebrow raised. “It’s not possible,” she was already certain about it; there was no convincing the sixteen-year-old girl otherwise.
“I don’t know why yer still yakkin’ on about this,” she said, starting to sound like she was frustrated. “Instead of hoping that I’ll somehow magically be saved, you should get off this boat while you still can.”
“I’m not leavin’ ya.” Calder’s decision was as firm as his sister’s.
Fiona was silent for a second, then took a deep breath and stood up once more. At her full height, she rose a full head-and-a-half taller than her eleven-year-old brother. Her black hair was starting to come out of its thick braid and fall over her blue eyes.
“Look,” she said quietly. “It’s my job to protect ya’. Ma n’ Pa are gone because of me, and I won’t let the same happen to you, too. You need to get off the boat right now.”
“It don’t make sense though, Fi,” Calder protested. “Where’m I even going to go? The mainland’s so far off, I can’t paddle all that way.”
“You know that I’m not talkin’ ‘bout the lifeboats, Calder.”
The fire in the boy’s pale green eyes dimmed.
“I- I know.”
Fiona dropped to one of her knees and put a hand on her brother’s shoulder. “When ya’ get home, tell Casp n’ Jo I’m sorry. Maybe I’ll see ‘em in another lifetime, eh?” she chuckled ruefully.
Calder didn’t respond.
“Aw, c’mon, lil’ buddy, it’s not too bad. You’ll be just fine without me,” Fiona ruffled up Calder’s dark hair with one hand. “Now let’s get up to the deck and send you home.” She turned and started up the old wooden stairs.
Calder watched the last of her boot disappear out of his sight as she reached the upper deck. He choked back the desire to scream.
I won’t be just fine.
So there you have it- my method of procrastinating novel progress. I’m not entirely sure where this particular idea is going, but maybe if I get some more words down I’ll turn it into an actual short story of sorts!
Enjoy the rest of your Sunday, nerdlings, and have a fantabulous week.