This weekend I’m participating in a blog hop known as Weekend Writing Warriors. A bunch of writers share 8 sentences from a story they are writing or have written. If you would like to participate, here is the link: http://www.wewriwa.com/
This is a continuation of last week’s snippet with an alien, Jenova, trying to take control of Zack, and he’s trying to remember his name. Also, in this snippet “this task,” refers to “writing his name on the wall.” This snippet immediately proceeds last week’s snippet, which ended with him pretending to write his name on the wall. He’s not actually writing anything because he doesn’t have a pen or marker. Instead he’s just using his finger to trace his name. I hope that makes sense 🙂
Over the next few days this task became increasingly difficult until one day there was nothing, not even an afterthought of the man he used to be. The cracks had become too apparent, and without a name to hold him together, the pieces were falling apart.
As desperation set in, his heart started pounding, and he struggled to breathe, each ragged breath taking all of his energy. The world around him became fuzzy, and [Jenova’s] voice suddenly changed, mimicking the soothing tone a mother uses to sing a lullaby. He drowned in her essence, and the corners of his vision began to darken. He opened his mouth to scream but nothing came out. Peace washed over him, a calm that he had never known before. The last thing he remembered before passing out was that she sounded familiar now, like his mother but without the warmth.