Many of us are working on projects or have those prologues we never post. Well, get them out of the depths of your laptop and present them here.
It is a simple task. All you have to do is share the first 600 words of your story(it doesn’t matter if it is posted or edited) and we can discuss and talk about what we liked.
Please be polite and nice to everyone and don’t post links.
Here is mine:
p r o l o g u e
I was eleven when I drowned for the first time. It wasn’t like what they showed in the movies, there were no flailing arms and kicking legs. Just plain submission to water and death.
I remembered playing with sand on the beach and feeling a sudden tug. As if the salty air was whispering my name, luring me in with their call. Against my will, my feet moved towards the water.
The cold water wrapped around my ankles, bringing an odd relief to my burning skin. My eyes were focused on the vast ocean as I walked deeper and deeper into the water.
I was already chin deep when I broke out of the trance. As if something pulled at my ankles, my body was dragged into the deep belly of the ocean. I didn’t even have the chance to scream for help.
Water attacked me from all the sides, throwing me around like a rag doll. My body curled as harsh laps of waves pushed me deeper. I was at total mercy to water’s amusement.
As the distance between me and the surface increased the pale blue color of water faded to dark hues of indigo that almost resembled black. My ears popped with the pressure that was building up on my body, threatening to crush my bones under the weight of water above me.
My legs were frozen as my hands clutched my neck. With every passing second, my body lost its control. I wanted to scream and kick up to the surface, but the current pulled me deeper.
Desperation filled my mind as my lungs burned. My instincts scream for me to kick, to push, and reach for anything that could save my life. But the heaviness that rivaled lead, made it an impossible task.
I was desperate for that sweet taste of oxygen as frustration gripped my body. Fear sunk its claws in my heart, leaving me in a constant state of panic.
Finally giving in to the urge, I inhaled water. The heavyweight of the liquid settled in my lungs as spots danced across my vision. Pain in my chest intensified and threatened to burst my body with every fleeting second.
My mind reacted to the lack of oxygen, making me see scales across my skin. By now, I had given up hope of living. With one last glance at the dark vast depth of the ocean, I felt blackout.
I was in a state of delirium, feeling detached from my own body. My senses were numbed as I felt my body float higher. I could feel the faint jerks of CPR and the touch on my lips.
With my mind disoriented, I vomited the water that had settled into my lungs. There were screams all around, blending together in a blur of deafening noise.
The next thing I remembered was waking up in a hospital room with an IV attached to my arm. My limbs were sore as a blue tint to my skin reminded of the ordeal that I went through.
My eyes flickered up to meet the familiar warm browns.
My father was a mess as he rushed to my side. His eyes were swollen with tears as he wailed in both relief and anguish. The potent fear of losing me had gripped his soul, making my heartache with more than just physical pain.
It was an experience that I never wished to indulge in again. But it seemed like fate had other plans as years later, I found myself drowning again.