Wednesday Words: Surreal Reality

Once again, we’ve arrived at mid-week and I’m thinking it’s UNREAL at how REALity is flashing by, making this whole time thing seem totally SURREAL. Have you guessed what the theme for today’s #1lineWed prompt is? This is a short snippet from FIGHTING FOR JUSTICE, my current WIP. It’s Halloween. There’s a “haunted hayride” sponsored by the local high school on Justice’s Wind Wolf Ranch. Jack has…well, I’ll leave it up to your imaginations. 😉
By the time dusk settled across the landscape, everything was in place. Three tractors ready to pull large, hay-filled wagons, their drivers dressed like demonic scarecrows, were lined up and ready. Justice pretended that a bunch of teens wouldn’t be snuggling into that hay, hugging and probably kissing between the scary stuff. The moon was almost full which cast an eerie glow across the land. There was a Freddie Krueger character. And since this was Texas, a guy in a bloody shirt with a real chainsaw. There were pop-up ghosts. And since the horses had been out in the sun all day, their painted skeletons absorbing the light, they looked terrifyingly real as they rambled around the pen munching hay. Brooke and Mia provided a bucket of carrots for people to feed them. The parking area was full, the tractors and wagons lined up ready for passengers to board, and a throng of people milled around admiring Halloween decorations, eating and drinking. Some took pictures of the horses.

Justice glanced at her watch. The only thing missing was…Jack. Surely he would have tagged her if he’d been called out. Then she heard it. Eerie. Echoing. Piercingly lonely. Everyone froze, including all the animals. The wolf howled again. The hair on the back of her neck prickled and every hair on her arm rose. And her phone pinged. She almost dropped the thing it startled her so bad. She opened the text app.

TEXT: Wolfman reporting for duty

She glanced around. People milled around, looking a bit nervous. She grinned and typed back. TEXT: Play the howl again. People are freaked.

Another howl ripped through the darkening night, a plaintive love song rising to the moon, turning a spooky night into something surreal. She had no idea where he’d gotten that recording but it was perfect.

She stepped up on a hay bale, cupped her hands and called out. “Who among you are brave enough to face the spirits haunting Wind Wolf Ranch? Know that the guardian spirit of this land will judge whether you are worthy.” She gestured toward the tractors. “Time to face your fates!”

Brooke, eyes rounded, grinned up at Justice. “That. Was. Awesome!”

And it totally was.
FYI, this is a first draft. I’ll edit out some of the redundant words, etc. Ignore typos. Yada yada. Also, the text messages will not have “TEXT” in front of them. That’s a note for the formatter so he knows to change the font. Anyway, a little late for Real Life Halloween but it’s Halloween in the book’s timeline. I hope you enjoy this surreal peek into both the real and unreal sides of this story. 😉 Writers, got unreal real surreal words to share? Readers, do you like an unreal touch of surreal or do you want everything real in your reading?


About Silver James

I like walks on the wild side and coffee. Lots of coffee. Warning: My Muse runs with scissors. Author of several award-winning series--Moonstruck, Nightriders MC, The Penumbra Papers, and Red Dirt Royalty (Harlequin Desire) & other books! Purveyor of magic, mystery, mayhem and romance. Lots and lots of romance.
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4 Responses to Wednesday Words: Surreal Reality

  1. Oooo, yummy! And yeah, I wonder where he got that realistic howl. :smirk:

    Last night, when I was supposed to be trying to sleep, a story I started years ago crept into my head. Your prompt this morning was perfect for it. To set it up, this is a hooker who’s just experienced a weird dream and thinks she might’ve been drugged by her john.

    You haven’t been drugged you foolish child. Now finish him and let us be on our way.
    The voice in her head made her wonder if she hadn’t been slipped something way before she ever got in this asshole’s ratty car. If she’d been like Giselle or Jenny or even Jeff, she could believe she was taking a bad trip, but she was too smart to get hooked on drugs. She needed to keep her head, and to keep her money if she wanted to complete her plans. And doing drugs was the surest way to screw her over for the rest of her life.
    Chevy grunted once and collapsed on top of her. Now would be the best time to find a weapon…
    Silly girl. You don’t need a weapon. Open yourself to me and I will show you how we dealt with men like this in my time.
    For a brief instant, Morg wondered whether she was going insane. But from what she knew, insanity didn’t hit all at once like this. If it wasn’t drugs, it wasn’t real.
    Oh, I’m very real. Let go and I will show you just how real this can be.
    Before she could think it through any further, the voice wriggled past her defenses and in the blink of an eye, she felt something… someone… inside her head with her. Suddenly, her lips moved and strange sounds came out. She didn’t know how she knew, but she didn’t have a doubt that the voice inside her was casting a spell.
    Chevy stiffened on top of her, until he felt like he was made of rock. Or ice. Definitely ice. A few more whispered syllables and his body lifted from her. One harsh guttural sound issued from her mouth and the body flung itself against the wall where it shattered into a billion bloody hunks of frozen meat.
    “Ah,” she said in the new voice. “It feels so good to be back.”

    It’s a dark urban fantasy where a scattering of people will be possessed by / reincarnations of the characters of Arthurian myth to fight for good over evil in our modern society. Morgan the hooker gets, of course, Morgana le Fey. Bwa ha ha.

    • Silver James says:

      HO-LEEEEE cannoli! I. Loved. IT! You need to go back and revisit that book! I ❤ the premise like damn and whoah! And you've got the chops to pull it off! Shoo. Go write. Like right now!

  2. You know HOWLS always bring a smile to my face😊.
    I could just picture Sean texting Mac *Boomer ready to blow up shit Boss*😁.
    Looking forward to reading this one.
    Have a great day.

    • Silver James says:

      Thanks, Kimber! And Sean/Boomer is ALWAYS ready to blow up shit. You know, I should do a 4th of July short free read. I mean the Christmas Light wars blacked out the entire town. Can you imagine what they’d do with fireworks? 🤣🤣🤣🤣

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