Welcome to the Saturday Snippet! This is a bi-monthly column, normally posted every other Saturday, where I and others post bits and pieces from whatever we’re writing at the moment, at various stages of completion. If you would like to join us, there’s a linkup at the bottom of this post, where you can add a link to your own blog post, or post in the comment section. There are only three rules: Link back here, only post your own writing, and have fun!
Today’s delayed snippet is yet another beginning. I have picked it up every now and again, with the intention of continuing it, but I’ve never found the right story for it. I’ve never found the right main characters either, for that matter. But I do love the setting, and someday I will find that little piece that makes everything fit together. This part of it is just a description, really, and all I know is that the place is deserted and extremely dangerous, but that also makes it a safe place to hide something important, and sometimes people will come to steal that important thing. Whether this trio has good or bad intentions… That remains to be seen.
This story started, as many others before it, on a dark and stormy night. But it was neither in an old, creepy mansion nor a small, derelict cottage. In fact there was a distinct lack of houses in the area. There were ruins, of course, overgrown with moss and torn down by the winds, and they provided poor shelter on a night like tonight.
Three people were huddled together by the tallest of the walls, wrapped in sodden blankets and sitting as close to each other and the wall as they could. It was a flat land with no natural shelter against the wind, and no shelter also meant no fire. Might be for the best – being discovered by the few creatures who lived on this plain meant a slow, painful, agonising end.
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