We started working on some actual narrative writing, vs. the roleplay we’d been doing, last night. Here’s a little peek at what we’ve come up with so far….
Quiet footfalls whispered across the wooden floors as he entered her bedroom. As pristine as the rest of the apartment, with thick curtains drawn across the single window, several photographs indiscernible in the darkness were this sanctum’s only concession to decoration. Illuminated by the light spilling in from the living area, a single lamp stood atop a nightstand alongside the bed, where the slender, pale limbs of a sleeping blonde protruded from a tangle of bedsheets.
He flicked on the lamp and grabbed the girl’s shoulders. “Get up,” he commanded, shaking her from her sleep.
Although she awoke slowly, the moment Leah realized there was actually someone in her bedroom her hands shot out from under the blankets. Her burning fingers wrapped around the intruder’s forearms. Nothing happened. Her eyes widened as she recognized the person in front of her. “Taqlid?” He was obviously injured, with a long gash that ran the length of his face, and several wounds that looked to have been caused by a wild animal on his forearms. His appearance, which had seemed so immaculate the last time she had met him, was completely disheveled. His shirt was wet and stained with red. She rubbed her face vigorously, but the horrific, bloodied visage dominating her sight remained. “What are you doing here? What happened to you?”
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