I got nothing.
No, that isn’t the opening from my novel. Although… it could be! I haven’t written much today, so who knows. The scene I wrote a few months back was going to be the opening. An event occurs that catapults us into the story. However, I could put it later in the timeline.
This work isn’t a fantasy novel, it’s a thriller/scifi work. Definitely not for YA.
310 words later I might be on to something. What do you think?
I’ve got nothing.
Except a pounding headache. Each time the pain is worse and lasts longer. I don’t know how long I was out this time.
So much blood. There was more every time. I stopped looking for the poor animal after I found the rabbit. I sobbed uncontrollably as I tried to dig a hole in the cold hard dirt that February morning.
Never again, I told myself. Animals die everyday, I reasoned. It would be better to let Nature take care of them, and I never looked back. But that was 10 years ago. Back then there was only a little red staining my hands and pants. Usually, I could wash off in the stream, or behind the gas station up the road from my gram’s house.