I never thought I’d be able to say those words in the title. Though, to be honest, I’m not finished, but I do have a complete 88 page second draft. I’ve got it in a few peoples hands, so we’ll see if they like it or not. But as a person who has no expectations what-so-ever at all about this novella, my prospects can only reach higher (that might be a lie). Disappointment or not, I’ve learned and relearned countless lessons during the entire writing process, not to mention that I enjoyed doing it. My collection of non-fiction grammar and writing books went up about 10,000%.
The working title is “Dance of the Witch”, takes place in a small, forest surrounded town, during the 90’s. Three middle schoolers: Gary, Nate, and Fred, test their friendship on what should have been normal Homecoming night dance. After stumbling upon a puzzling hut deep in the forest, they unknowingly anger a strange, supernatural foe.
I’ve decided to post a small excerpt below.
Gary lost count after ricocheting off his 3rd tree, and it was too dark for him to see where this ride ended. Then suddenly there was Nate, attempting to play catcher, wincing as Gary bowled him over like a semi.
“Whoa dude, you were really flyin down there” Nate said in pain, collapsing down on the uneven, rock jutting ground.
Gary was too busy coughing up blood to respond to him. He looked around, worrying now about Fred and Jess.
“Over here Gar,” came a timid voice from behind him. Gary looked back to see Fred laying back against a tree; Jess seemed to be making a bandage from his shirt sleeve. Fred was giving a thumbs up, even though his head was spouting blood, rushing down his face, and looked like a squashed mushroom. “Jess somehow grabbed a tree and made it down safe, I meanwhile, took her trees and mine in the face.”
Gary got up to go check on Nate, now feeling some previously undiscovered pain in his chest. He could stand, but something definitely felt broken. “What’s the damage Nate?”
“I’m going to walk like a pirate captain for a while, but I should survive,” Nate replied
“He took one to the nuts,” Fred interjected.
They all snickered a bit, which was welcome, considering the state of affairs.
“I’m hoping that alcohol kicks in soon,” Nate said. “What the hell was that any ways? I’m not seeing things am I? Fred you read a lot of shit, enlighten us here.”
“Dude, all I read is Goosebumps.”
“Perfect, this is like your specialty.”
“I don’t know dude, a witch?”
“This is ridiculous,” Jess added, “I’m not going to accept that I just jumped off a cliff running form a ‘witch’.”
Right about then, Gary remembered something, the “witch” was after Nate, and only Nate. what the hell had he gotten them into? Overcome with an adrenaline rush of anger, Gary marched over to Nate, grabbed his collar and pushed him against a tree. “Nate, what—the—fuck did you do, I know you did something.”
“Get the hell off of me, you don’t understand,” Nate shoved Gary back, “I did this to help you!”
“What did you do for —“
Suddenly there was a soft but loud “thump,” like a large flat rock hitting the ground. Gary whirled around to survey the direction he heard the noise from. Then he spotted it, the long streaking bang whirling through the air as she stood up.
I hope you enjoyed it, though there is a lot more work to be done until I work out all the wrinkles. While I was between this I started working on two other short stories as well, I definitely need more practice to refine the craft. Hopefully I’ll have more to update soon, as well as more on my other short storied I’m working on.