Alright, first post-ness here. A little FYI about me, well Im Ellie Seljan Lauer and looking forward to publishing a series of novels called the dead men tell no tale series. Wish me luck on that one because I havent even finished the first book XD But I digress. Laurell K Hamilton is God, her writing style as well as plots are truly something I hope to learn from. Alright, no more ramblage, time to show you guys what Im made of. Here is an excerpt from a short story called "Halloween, Halloween."
[Excerpt]
So there I was, tearing through the cold woods at top notch, a gang of the
undead hot on my tail. The crescent moon filtered through a heavy canopy of
blood red leaves, painting dancing patterns on the dirt path that stretched
ahead of me. Why was I running though the dark woods in the middle of the
forest in stiletto heels and four foot long legs? Because I had two zombies and
a herd of road kill on my tail, of course.
Why did I have the parade from hell after me? Lets just say it involves
genetics, a paper cut, and dance dance revolution. Don’t look at me like that.
Now where was I before I was so rudely interrupted? Oh yes. So there I was,
feeling the sting of my lungs pounding furiously against my chest as the smell
of decaying flesh thickened faster and faster. Great, they were catching up and
I was running out of breath. I’m just wearing a huge happy hat tonight. Just as
things looked like they couldn’t get any better I saw it, and suddenly the
night looked brighter. Metaphorically speaking, of course.
My salvation lay not fifteen feet ahead of me. A fallen log, green and black
with overflowing moss. I hastened my pace to the protest of my muscles and
leaped over the log, stretching my arms forward to embrace a willow branch that
gazed above me. The rough bark tore and scratched my skin, but this was not time
to complain.
Hoisting myself up, I used the weight of my leg as I kicked it over to send me
spinning up to a sitting position. I leaned down, the rough bark biting against
my bare neck. The scent thickened, and I saw them below. When their eyes drifted
upwards to find me I knew I had a giant problem in my hands. One of them being
“Hi, Mom. Yeah, Cant I get a pet? What? Two zombies and a bucket of road kill.”
At least I now had some idea of what I was dealing with. The two zombies
couldn’t have been dead for long, their skin had begun to stretch over the
bones, sinking in the hollow of their cheeks and eye sockets, widening their
eyes so that they were obviously abnormal. Kind of reminded me of the look a
puppy dog gives you in the shelter, the type of pup that’s been kicked too much.
Shouldn’t have bothered me, but it did.
The road kill was obvious. Three raccoons, seven squirrels two rabbits and a
cat that just broke my heart. The crushed skulls and protruding brains were
signs of a nice, big oil truck. Hurrah for Missouri traffic laws. One of the
squirrels had been dead for about seven months now. Parts of its ribs and skinny
arms were naked to the eye, the once white bone deteriorating quickly. Yummy.
But it was when I felt a cold hand wrap itself around my mouth and another one
snake around my waist that I knew I was in serious doo doo.
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