The anklets were delicate works of art, finely crafted, the small metal beads brushed off of each other to make the sound of a million stars twinkling in a midnight sky, the sound of frost forming on an icicle, the subtle music of nature, a sound to touch the soul. She hated them with all that she was.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
A small taste of some of my most recent work...
Here's a very short excerpt from one of my most recent short stories:
The anklets were delicate works of art, finely crafted, the small metal beads brushed off of each other to make the sound of a million stars twinkling in a midnight sky, the sound of frost forming on an icicle, the subtle music of nature, a sound to touch the soul. She hated them with all that she was.
The anklets were delicate works of art, finely crafted, the small metal beads brushed off of each other to make the sound of a million stars twinkling in a midnight sky, the sound of frost forming on an icicle, the subtle music of nature, a sound to touch the soul. She hated them with all that she was.
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I was getting worried! SEriously, I don't know how you do it all--write, climb, teach, "wife," all of which could be fulltime jobs. Love the tiny excerpt; I hear those anklets too. (I have a friend/poet/former student who teaches belly dancing, so for me the last sentence comes as quite a shock. Shock is good. Writing is NOT about making the reader feel comfy. Thanks, Lee!--Clarinda
ReplyDeleteThanks, Clarinda! I know what you mean, I love the sound of those tiny bells, but this character has her reasons. I might post a larger portion of this story soon. I'm very much enjoying this character and think she might wind up being a protagonist in some future novel.
ReplyDeleteMore, more, more, please.
ReplyDeleteComing soon!
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