Writing 30 Minutes for 30 Days: Day 9
Today's writing prompt came from +Timothy Cole
. He provided quite an evocative first paragraph. The dense description in this one kept me from writing as much as I wanted. I think I will most definitely be coming back to this one again.Glow - Part 1
Her muscles ached. The cold peat slurry squelched each time she freed a foot, only to plant it again a little further ahead. She'd long since lost her shoes. One weary step after another, she forged a path for the radium blue glow on the horizon.
She could hear the chattering of the proto-hounds not far behind. They had not yet found her pheromone trail, but it was only a matter of time. Even the fetid smells of the Glowing Waste could not long put them off the scent. Her only hope lay in losing herself in the ruins ahead. If there were ruins ahead, and not just an endless sea of cypress and singing mangrove.
She froze as something slid past her ankle in the muck; something slick and cold. She swallowed a rising panic and prayed fervently that she would not hear the flabby slap of the leechlion's tail or feel the hot, rotting moss of its breath at her neck. The stories of what it did to its victims crawled through her mind. Its paralyzing bite. Its slow feeding. Its ability to replace the nourishing blood of it's prey with a preservative that kept it alive for days and days and days.
But she could hear only the gurgle of swamp gas, the yip of froggins in the trees. And the chattering of the proto-hounds behind her, faster now and more erratic. They had found her trail. Her scent.
The end was fast approaching.
(To be continued . . .)