WooHoo! Guess what?!?! I took the win in last week’s Thursday Threads. I’ll admit, I really liked what I wrote, too. I’m allowed to say that just like I get to say that whatever the gibberish is I typed out is dreck. It’s fun when I like what I write and I get positive feedback. It’s also fun when I write something I think is good because it is incentive to keep writing. What sucks is that the parts I really like are bits and pieces scattered throughout the story. I need to like the “filler” I’m writing in between. Anyway, last week’s prompt was: *”It was something more.” I’ll admit, I sat and stared for a lone time at a blank “page” in Scrivener before the fingers started to move. This is what popped out:

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Aisling stared at them, her emotions a chaotic whirlwind. Fear waltzed with wonder. Anger chased giggling humor. Hysteria and sorrow held hands whispering to each other while loneliness and despair clung to each other in the center of the storm.

“Can you explain what happened?” Sade asked.

She shook her head.

Ariel studied her before glancing toward Sade. “If he transported her…” He left the rest of that thought hanging when he noticed the slight shudder running through the woman.

“I hate when y’all go all woo-woo and poof.” This time, Sade’s shudder was visible and exaggerated.

“No.”

They fixed their attention on Aisling.

“We didn’t poof. He opened a door.”

“Explain.” Sade’s voice demanded obedience.

“Under the library. He opened a door and pushed me through.”

Ariel shifted from foot to foot, uncomfortable. “He didn’t go with you?”

“No. He closed the door behind me. I couldn’t leave.”

Sade was determined to get facts. “What did you see?”

“Nothing. It was…” Staring down at the clasped hands she pressed into her lap, Aisling paused. Thought. Remembered. “There was nothing there. No light. No dark. No sound. No silence.” She looked up, sure her face showed the haunting emptiness inside her. “It was nothing. It was something more.”

After a string of expletives, Sade admitted, “Ariel’s right. You weren’t in the between.”

Ariel asked gently, “How did you get out?”

“A voice I didn’t hear. A hand I couldn’t feel. They showed me the door and here I am.”
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There it is, for better or worse. I’ll be interested to see what this week’s prompt is tomorrow. Siobhan, who “runs” the challenge, always picks a phrase from the previsous week’s winning entry. When I win, it’s tough because I try to use the phrase in a different part of the story rather than continuing the scene as written. This is because I’ve often already continued the scene or I know it will be heavily edited. Anyway, progress on the book. So far, Monday and Tuesday were decent writing days. We’ll see what today brings. Writers, you know the drill. Grab the prompt should it fit your plans. Readers, which phrase would you pick for the next prompt?