So another weekend of Weekend Writing Warriors. Writers post 8 lines from a current or past story of theirs. Here is the link for those that would like to join: http://www.wewriwa.com/
If you’d like to know how the story from last week ends (the mother grieving over her son’s death), and why I’m not posting the rest of it, there is an explanation after this snippet.
Back to my fantasy story then XD The context of this piece is that Cloud is semi-comatose and having delusions. He has the cells of an alien, Jenova, implanted in his body, so she’s taken over his mind and erased his memory. So Cloud starts to take on Zack’s identity. In reality, Cloud wasn’t good enough to get into the SOLDIER program like Zack. In the actual story the POV shifts back and forth from Zack to Cloud to show how he is distorting reality, but that would get way too confusing posting in snippets, so I’ll just post Cloud’s. It kind of stands alone as a mini story. Zack’s POV comes immediately before this snippet and I’ll post links to those: Writing Snippet #1, Writing Snippet #2
Cloaked in the cover of midnight, the demons gave chase, soaring through the air like honed missiles of destruction, their black wings fluttering violently in the wind. Fugitives from hell, they came to seek vengeance on those that had imprisoned them. In preparation for the onslaught, the angels bestowed upon Cloud the key to heaven. No one would think to find a divine artifact on a scrawny little nobody. They sealed it inside his heart and cast him out of the heavens, his secret redeemable at the end of time.
As a SOLDIER it wasn’t his job to know the details, just do as he was told. To aid him on his journey, he was given a guardian angel named Zack, a statuesque man possessing the grace of a deity, every step filled with purpose. He had a mess of black hair and eyes that possessed a certain sense of tranquility, like a clear mountain lake in the winter, frozen over but teeming with life fathoms below.
SPOILER ALERT FOR LAST WEEK’S STORY
Long story short, I can’t post snippets of my short stories anymore 😦 It’s actually not as big of a deal with novels, because the finished product is often very different from the final one. Basically posting my short stories online makes them ineligible for the majority of literary magazines For those that are curious about how the short story from last week ends, the letters were from a little girl who was the recipient of her son’s heart. His mother donated them after he died. They kept in contact throughout the years, and in a way her son lives through her. I researched it, and yes, if both parties agree to it, there is a way they can get the address of the donor and recipient’s family. I may do a second part where she meets the little girl and then is finally able to move on. Anyway. . .