WIP: Prequel Shorts
As you discovered last week, I'm writing another book in the Soul world for my November challenge. This guy is called Soul Collapsed and you can actually read it as I update it live! It will be a first draft, so pretty rough, but I wanted to give myself an extra bit of accountability. It's also a great way to get some input from my readers about the story, characters, and reactions to the plot - so be sure to vote and leave comments on all the Wattpad chapters as you read!
The rules of NaNoWriMo are basically this: write 50K words of a new story during November, but it's not like the police are going to come busting through your door if you do it a little differently. I guess that's a good thing because I've been writing a little prequel short story which will serve as background research for the main novel. Technically, it's not going to be part of the book so it doesn't count towards the final word count, but it's still a fun thing to do.
Lucky for you, that's what you're getting a snippet of in today's WIP rough draft.
Work In Progress (WIP): Prequel short to Soul Collapsed
Finally, as my other arm punched through the golem's head, I felt the small burn of fabric on my skin. I yanked my arm back through, fingers gripping the inside of his head as my hand broke free, pulling the strip of red fabric out from inside its body.
Panting and completely exhausted, I dropped to my knees and held the flag over my head. The other golems stopped their advances, slowly melting away.
Cheers echoed above me and the door to the training room opened, a small crowd of people running in to congratulate me. My dad led the crowd, a huge smile forming just after I caught the look of concern on his face as he saw the state I was in.
"Sweetheart, that was amazing," he said, dropping to his knees so he could wrap me in a hug.
"I'm glad I only have to do that once," I grunted as his arms held me tighter. He lifted away, running his thumb over the cut on my forehead as his frown returned. I reached up and pulled his hand away. "I'm fine."
"This is exactly why we have regulations in place, David," my mom shouted as she got closer. David was in tow, wincing as she gripped her fingers into his upper arm. She pointed forward at my loose-dangling arm and bleeding face. "Does that look like a safe match?"
David rolled his eyes. "Look, she's fine. Kiya, you're fine, right?"
I shrugged my good shoulder and pointed to the cut on my eye. "I'm considering giving you a matching scar."
My mom's lips twitched in a grin before hiding it.
