The End of the World
I was going to a lot of things today, like reblogging and may commenting on peoples writing (if I can actually think of anything intelligent to say), but I lost all my tabs because of a crash plus I need to unwind from stuff. I will try and get around to it though.
Writing wise, I’m thinking of carrying out some planned edits to the first Act of my WIP and releasing that in some form that anyone can read – I haven’t decided yet. In the meantime, here is an another excerpt from the start featuring a young Jennifer Airhart and Kaya Cade:
The End of the World
Long ago, when days were long and the world was young, there
were two girls. Both were dreamers. Jennifer dreamed of the night sky and of
traveling everywhere covered by its shroud to uncover whatever mysteries
sparkled there. Kaya’s dreams were filled with music and harmony, of waves of
sound splitting a dark ocean to both shield and guide her to a better life.
Jennifer had yellow hair and Kaya’s was brown, and one wore blue and the other
wore red. But despite these trivial differences the two of them were together,
clasping hands and spinning each other round and round the fairy circle under a
twilight that seemed to last forever. Until they slipped and both fell on their
backs, sucking in cool air and blinking as the first stars twinkled above.
After a few moments Jennifer said, “you’re looking at the
Kaya’s young nose wrinkled. “Why do you say weird stuff like
“It’s not weird!” Jennifer sounded wounded and indignant.
“It’s science! The stars are so far away that it takes years and years for their
light to reach us. So what we see is actually how they were a long time ago.”
Here is the rest of that scene. Or scenes. I mean it’s all one big chunk of text, so:
Kaya trundled over on her bicycle. “Anything?” She asked. Jennifer shook. “Just as well, isn’t it? The book said they blind people or make them dance until they drop dead. You’re crazy wanting to find them.”
“You followed me,” Jennifer reminded her.
“Crazy people need company too,” Kaya shrugged. “Anyway, if the little shits tried any of that crap with me I’d pound them.”
Jennifer frowned at her, “you shouldn’t swear.”
“Why not?” Kaya shrugged again. “It’s only words.”
Of course they were. Jen knew that. But they were her dad’s words and why would Kaya want to sound like someone who was just mean? “You can use different words,” Jen suggested.