Did I ever mention that I live in my head? I do not mean that I am divorced from reality or any other such fanciful notion. I have a fertile imagination that creates whole new worlds which is a really good thing, for a writer. However not so good when characters get impatient about having their stories told. Then there is pushing, hair pulling and a lot of rough and tumble stuff.
I woke at 3:04 this morning still ensnared in the world of vampire domination. It is vivid I tell you and clamoring to get out. But like my other untold stories they must wait. I did start writing the first chapter as that cements the story in case I have one of those senior moments! Bear in mind that it is unedited. Here is a small sample:
June 5. 2062. Summer, or what passed for it. Just past midday, people scurried along streets, most heading home. Whomp! Funny how I remember comparing the sound to a fire detonating from too much accelerant. The sky split open on a cloud of phospheric green light, darkness roiled from the crack spreading swiftly to cover the sky. Panic was instant, people being trampled as the flight to buses and subways began. Cursing at the government for fearmongering did not calm my heart, as one among the masses I hurried too.
Ten years since world governments dictated a half workday claiming it was to our benefit to be home long before sunset. I was sixteen when that happened; remembered thinking the parents had discovered a new way to ground me. That day when I finally got my first bikini and a bunch of us from school were supposed to meet at the community pool. Sulking, I ignored the parents through dinner except for asking nicely for the roast chicken platter to have seconds. Though I may have been upset it took a lot more than that to put me off my food. Soon as the last bite cleared my plate, 6:30pm, Dad ushered us into the family room. The emergency claxon blasted briefly as our television was remotely switched on. Typical teenage bravado on display I scoffed at the ridiculous statements up to the point I noticed how Mom quivered as she clung to Dad. It was real. The whole stinking lot of it. There would be no summer afternoons lazing at the pool or bike runs for ice cream. As with school all jobs ended at noon and visiting curfew was 2pm. Triple blackout shades got installed inside homes while mandatory modifications reduced windows, now secured by protective grates, to a minimum. Not one hue and cry about losing elaborate glass sliders.