Brenda Drake has this awesome blogfest contest going on over at her blog. The topic: Can we guess your character’s age?
Being the contest nerd I am (and a huge fan of Brenda Drake’s site), I’ve decided to participate. I’m posting the first 250 words of my novel, and I am excited to see if I’ve managed to get my MC’s voice right.
I’m going to pop over to everyone’s site to participate. I think this is a fun contest and a great way to interact with other writers. It also lets you know if you’re on the right track with your character’s voice.
So, with that said, here are my 250 words. *rubs hands and smiles really big*
David Heiland leaned over his desk and blew the eraser crumbs from the cat-like eyes staring back at him in his drawing. Just like in his nightmares, the dragon clung to the castle’s battlement, a lifeless body clutched in one talon. Small horns jutted from the top of the creature’s head and two leather-like whiskers protruded from both sides of its snout. From its neck hung a pendant on a braided chain – a reptilian eye embedded in a swirling web. Crouched in the shadow of a turret were a man and a woman, their arms raised like shields above their heads, terror etched into their eyes and mouths.
Charlotte closed the bedroom door and tossed her coat on the bean bag chair, burying the gaming controllers. She peered over David’s shoulder. “Wow, that’s amazing and creepy. I can’t get over how real it looks.” She kicked off her sneakers and climbed into the center of his carved, four-poster bed. “Who are the people?”
“My parents,” David said, examining his work. “You know, it’s funny. Up until a few years ago, all I ever dreamed of was them being alive.” He brushed his thumb over the woman in the drawing. “I used to pretend the front door would open and they’d walk through it, and all would be right with the world. Now all I dream about is this,” he said, smacking the picture, “and some woman’s voice whispering to me, ‘Your time is nigh. Be brave’.” With a flick of his wrist, the drawing pad sailed across the room and landed on the foot of the bed. “It’s driving me nuts. I can’t take it anymore.” He leaned back in his chair and ran his fingers through his hair.
“It’s just a dream, David,” Charlotte said. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
“Oh, yeah?” David said. “Then why can’t I get it out of my head?”
“I don’t know,” Charlotte said, twisting a loose thread in the bedspread.
Don’t forget to hop around the other participant’s sites and leave your comments!