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Hmm…so I’m back already! Today was a bit of a rush, rush, rush…work, work, work day! I feel like I got a decent amount accomplished on the book though! I managed to finish typing up my edits and expansions and pushed my book from a 10k to 12,235! Over 2 thousand words written today!
That is awesome for a stay at home mom that only gets to write in spurts when the kids nap!
I took another big step and decided that it would be nice to see what someone thought of my book and the direction it is going…I’m just curious if it blows or not! haha I’m hoping not, but I guess I shall see soon!
FaeTAL is my baby…and I truly do enjoy what I’m doing with it…I thought you might like a short snippet to see what it’s about?
Chapter 1
~Abigail~
Ugh! Another day at the carnival…will it never end? I wish I could leave, but every time I try I end up back where I started and in a lot of pain. The lashing I took last night will take days to heal, however, the carnival will go on and so I must work. As another part of my punishment, I have to work the dart booth today. This is by far the most ridiculous thing I have ever seen. Women “workers” are hooked up to a board and, instead of a professional trying to throw darts and miss us, carnival goers can pay five bucks to get lessons from a professional. Let’s just say that there are a lot of hits and very few misses. I HATE THIS BOOTH!! Why did I try to run away again…when will I learn that this is my fate and I will never be free. As I am being unhooked from my third hour of duty at the dart booth, I notice a guy staring at the me. Please, please don’t come over! I need a break…I need to clean up and take some pain meds at least!! As if the guy could hear what I was screaming in my head, he nodded and stayed where he was. I can feel his gaze on me as I retreat to the back side of the booth to clean up. When I look over my shoulder I see that he has followed me.
“You shouldn’t be back here, this is for workers only.”
“They will get over it. You looked as if you needed some help.”
“Why on earth would you say that?”
“Well, clearly, you are bleeding from several places and, for a reason I have yet to determine, you are limping quite badly. Will you allow me to assist you?”
“I…I can’t. Thanks though.”
I see Fred looming around the corner of the booth. Uh oh, this is not going to end well if he finds me back here with this guy!
“Please, you have to leave NOW!”, I whisper, slightly panic stricken.
He looks a little concerned and confused but nods and walks quickly away.
Well, there you have it! That is the very first page in FaeTAL! What do you think?
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