poured leaves down on top of their heads.
“They’re coming,” Kris said in a shaky voice. “I can feel
it in my bones.”
“Please, don’t let them take me again,” Monica pleaded,
wishing she could wrap her ghostly arms around Kris for safety. But it was
impossible because she really wasn’t here in this world only her spirit was. She
needed Kris to protect her from the evil wizard that wanted to take here away
again, this time for good
“Don’t worry I won’t let anything happen to you. Stay
close beside me.” Kris clutched the sword he kept close to his side.
Another gust of wind whipped through and this time
stronger and fiercer than the first. Kris hesitantly moved forward, hoping this
was only the sign of a storm brewing, but he knew better. The evil wizard was
closer than Kris wanted him to be.
With no place to hide and fear gripping his insides, making
it impossible to run, he pulled his sword out from his side ready to fight.
Monica quivered at his side. She knew one wrong move from Kris and her spirit
would never return to her body.
In one hand Kris held the sword and with the other he reached for Monica’s hand. He felt the coldness of her invisible hand and he trembled.
“He’s close. I can feel him. Be ready to hide while I fight him.” Kris stepped forward his booted feet crunching the leaves and twigs.
Above is what I like to call free writing. I sit down at the computer and just type whatever pops into my head. I think this is a good start to a short story I will send to a contest.
My son had to write a story for class and I told him write whatever pops into you head so that you get the idea down on paper and it gives you words to work with.
As a writer, that is where my stories start is in my head. So I love to free write to get those words out on paper or computer screen and it give me words to work with instead of just an idea rolling around in my head.
I might end up using what I wrote above or I might start something different for the story I actually send to the contest. This morning that is the story that popped into my head. And part of that story is still there formulating, developing, into what - only time will tell.
Keep writing and reading. Let those ideas form into great stories.