My crit buddy Kip tagged me to share a snippet from my work-in-progress, and since I’m well over the halfway mark now, I thought I might join in. You can see Kip’s snippet from her YA futuristic thriller (set in Iceland!) here.
The rules are as follows: “Search the words “moment,” “forever,” “time,” or the like in your writing, pick your favorite chunk, post on your blog, and tag others!”
Because the Sea Story is still an early, early draft, I’m going to break the rules and post the bit I’ve read more than once. This snippet is part of the first chapter as it currently stands, and the first time you hear from my protagonist, Anna.
Here it is:
Some people believe in souls. They believe every person is made up of two halves: The surface part, made of flesh and bone, and a deeper part, as wild and unknowable as the sea.
They believe that in death the two halves break, snap like a twig. One part stays below to rot or burn or be chopped up and distributed as donor organs, while the other part… well, I’d never been all that clear what happens to that other part.
Dad believed all those things, but as far as I could tell they didn’t help him a bit when he died.
The way I saw it, dead was dead, and gone was gone. The part of me that thought and loved and had nightmares each night was fueled by my still beating heart, and when the blood stopped flowing, the rest would, too.
But still, when I saw the first body, I couldn’t help but watch and wait with all the rest of them. Wait for the intake of breath that would never come. Wait to see some sort of clue that the corpse on the beach was once a living, thinking, dreaming person, and not just a shell for a long-departed soul.
So there you go!