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WIPpet Wednesday: Nothing

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Welcome to WIPpet Wednesday, a weekly blog hop which encourages writers to move WIPs (works-in-progress) to publication by posting excerpts related to the date. It’s hosted by the lovely K.L. Schwengel, maven of bad boys, stock dogs, and flying monkeys!

This week, I’m returning to Chameleon’s Dish (which may or may not become Never Doubt I Love) – to reconnect with Henry, Tisira, and Nockatee…

In the dangerously superstitious past of Shakespeare’s England, an amnesiac girl and a foundling boy must keep her strange nature hidden as they stalk the Bard’s words and Hunt her lost identity.

Note: The characters have been growing older during the revision process. This snippet was written when I imagined Tisira/Nockatee to be about 7 years old. In the final draft, she’s going to be nearing or at puberty, I think, so some details will change.

WIPpet Math: Time Warp! This post was intended to be posted during our vacation; apparently, a black hole swallowed it up. So the math made sense once, but now, well…not so much.

  • Today is February 25, 2015.
  • Math: Playing with the date: 25 – (2×5) := 15: for a total of 15 paragraphs, with some single lines.

This is the incident that creates Nockatee, although she doesn’t yet have a name…

I Changed, and Ran – from the screeching woman, and the boy who tempted, and, more than these, from Father, and his terrifying madness that Hunted me through space and time. His Hunting drove me past all reason, and I Ran as though for my life, until I came to an ancient grandmother of a pine, and dug my claws into the tree’s bark.

The pain crushed my self; the force of Father’s will a vise, locked on me. “The stars are fire. Never. Doubt. I. Love.” I whispered, as the last breath was forced from my lungs, and I could not draw another. Blackness, like space if there were no stars, crashed over me, pressing, pressuring –

Let it be all a dream,” I thought, as I struggled against the pull that wanted to swallow me, burn me to ash. I held to my sense of the boy – had there been a boy? Had we been dancing? -as anchor, and to the tree…Or was he only another dream, another part of this nightmare?

Father was crushing me, dragging me to him, even though I fought him now, dug my claws in and pulled myself to the first tier of branches, huddling against the trunk, although it was no shelter – there could be none, from the force of those unseen jaws, and my own cracked open in a yowl of pain as my claws and awareness slipped, and I fell-

The wind again, and a slapping, over and over, upon my body, – I was helpless, unmoored, crushed beneath the force of his will, his madness, his desire.

A jolting impact, those jaws so tight, I knew I was dying.

Nothing.

Nothing…

Nothing –

No – not nothing.

Pain. Pain everywhere – with each breath, each bloodpulse, slicing like fangs, like talons –

I tried to count breaths, to measure time – but my mind would not hold a count, and I knew I repeated myself. All I knew was the pain, and that I couldn’t move.

I turned my mind to trying to open my eyelids. I was sweating when I managed to open them to slits -and, after another forever, I could see a blur of faint color, the barest tracing of shape. I couldn’t direct them; it was as though they belonged to another.

A cry tore up from my depths, scraping madly at my throat as it emerged in a single, meaningless word…

Father!”

The word held shadings and scents that made no sense…and a terror that twisted at my belly, that crushed my mind in a sickmaking tightening. I tried to get up, to run, although I didn’t know where I was or where I might find safety…but the pain and the crushing force held me pinned to ground, senses fogged and leaving me helpless as a mewling kit.

Was this my nature, to be so?

I was looking at something, vague shapes swimming oddly across vision – one silvered and round; others indistinct sparks against the darkness…

Something in it spoke to me, and I tried to listen, and to learn.

Stabbing pains, fang-sharp, pierced my mind, so that I called out –

“Father!”

Father?

Will this girl find meaning in her own words, and this new reality? Will she survive Father’s attack? What prompted it, to begin with?

Well, I’m going to leave those questions dangling for a bit – and, I confess, I’ve got no idea what I’m going to offer next week. Maybe more of these three, or more Trip and T’Pol – or a snippet from the early explorations of my CampNaNo novellas to be, drawn from my Kifo Island Chronicles stories…

So, if you have a preference, don’t hesitate to speak up – I’m especially open to suggestion, this week!

See you next week – and, hey, while you’re here, here’s the link to more delightful WIPpet Snippets; assorted genres and styles to choose from! =D

Author:

I am myself. I own my life, and live with three other people who own theirs. My intention is to do only those things that bring me joy, and to give myself wholly to those things I do. Writing has been my passion throughout my life, and this will become the home for my writing life...because it brings me great joy!

19 thoughts on “WIPpet Wednesday: Nothing

    1. Ahh…so does Tisira. Unfortunately, she falls out of the tree without finding out, so it might take a while to learn the answer, if she ever does.

      His story takes place in another book entirely. All I’m willing to say about his reasons is that he was very highly motivated to find her…

  1. Powerful stuff. I really feel her pain, her panic coming through in these words, and I have a very bad feeling about this girl’s father. Would love to read more, although I enjoy some Trip and T’Pol stuff, too. 🙂

    1. Your instincts about her father are probably spot-on. Things are pretty drastic where he is; his actions have dire consequences that spiral out from him in unexpected ways.

      At the moment, TnT are gathering steam, as I prepare to dive into another round of revisions for one of their stories. Maybe I’ll be back to them soon – maybe even this week…or I might zig off in a completely different direction, too! =)

    1. Well, she does have reason to believe that it might be, so it’s a bit more than a hope.

      What the reasons are, I’m not ready to share. But delusions more real than reality have been part of her last several weeks at this point…

    1. Tisira isn’t sure either.

      The basic picture is that her father is searching for her telepathically…

      Only he isn’t sane, and she’s been feeling the effects of his madness. And, to make matters worse, when he attempts to pull her forcibly back into his reality, she is engaged in a deep telepathic sharing with Henry – and they are threatened by a local woman (I WIPpeted that a while ago; I’ll stick the link at the end of this comment.)

      So Tisira is in an altered mental and emotional state, and she perceives all the dangers – including her awakening attraction to Henry – as blending. She’s afraid for her life, and rightly so, because her father’s desperation to find her and bring her home is driven by madness, and there’s nothing to stop him from destroying them both in the process…

      I hope this clears it up – at least a little! Not too much, though…. =)

      Here’s the link:

      https://shanjeniahstruebornjottings.wordpress.com/2014/03/20/wippet-wednesday-a-rising-fire/

    2. Tisira isn’t sure either.

      The basic picture is that her father is searching for her telepathically…

      Only he isn’t sane, and she’s been feeling the effects of his madness. And, to make matters worse, when he attempts to pull her forcibly back into his reality, she is engaged in a deep telepathic sharing with Henry – and they are threatened by a local woman (I WIPpeted that a while ago; I’ll stick the link at the end of this comment.)

      So Tisira is in an altered mental and emotional state, and she perceives all the dangers – including her awakening attraction to Henry – as blending. She’s afraid for her life, and rightly so, because her father’s desperation to find her and bring her home is driven by madness, and there’s nothing to stop him from destroying them both in the process…

      I hope this clears it up – at least a little! Not too much, though…. =)

    1. At the moment Tisira’s father’s awareness seized on hers, she was in a very sensory state. She also tends, as a Tacivaarii Huntress, to view reality through the language of the Tribe and the Hunt (major focal points in her life).

      She’s fleeing more than one threat, here, and her reality is – altered. And about to be a great deal more so…

      It doesn’t hurt that I happen to live with an almost 11 year old girl who lives in a very sensory reality, and shares it.

  2. Wow. This was pretty intense. I will admit that the odd capitalization of words in the first paragraph threw me a little. I’m glad it stopped because then I got to lose myself in the elegance of the prose. Very sensory, as ReGi said. And I wonder who/what Father is. Many questions, just like Nockatee.

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