Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Writing Wednesday: Never Eighteen

Yep, Since I've shared my cover (er, twice now this week.  Oops make that three times. Guess I'm a little excited)  I thought I would share the opening paragraphs.

Day One . . .

     I had the dream again.  The one where I’m running.  I don’t know what from or where to, but I’m scared—terrified, really.  I wake,  drenched in sweat.  Jumping out of bed, I immediately head to my computer.
      I need to get some things done this weekend, and I’m running out of time.  God, I hope Kaylee can help.  What if she asks what I’m doing?  I can’t tell her, can I?  No.  She’d try to stop me, I’m sure of it.  Shit, I hope she doesn’t have to work.  I should have checked.  Without her Mustang, I may not be able to do this, and I want to, I need to.  Otherwise, things may just continue as they always have: painful, motionless.  Like treading water.  You stay afloat, but you never really get anywhere.  A flash, a flicker of life, that’s all I want.  I don’t think it’s too much to ask. 
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