I have just found out from a friend, Theresa, about A Never-Ending Blogfest (Or cliffhanger-whatever) which runs on 25-26 October 2010. It's still 26 October where I am, right??? So...technically I just joined the blogfest in time :)
Here's how it works. On your blog site, write a new scene or post a scene from your current project that is no more than 500 words, which has a rocking cliffhanger (pun intended). It can be any genre. Just leave us hanging, craving more, and cursing your name for making us want to turn a page that isn't there.
This blogfest originated from Brenda Drake's blog, please check it out as well...wait, please read my piece below first then you can check the links out!
The writing below comes from my very first manuscript of the novel I am writing where all the magic of the story originates. Please note that this is the very very first draft and I have not touched it from the time I wrote it which was about 2 years ago. So I hope you bear with me if it is too amateurish.
Before I change my mind, here's my cliffhanger:
Sofia knew her Grandma might be feeling like she was dying but she didn’t want to know. She didn’t want to hear about it. She wanted her to be with her. Somehow, she felt bad for choosing to live away from her, for not staying here in the manor house with her, for choosing a life on her own. In the meantime, I have at least four weeks with her, she thought. Then I will stay with her for the rest of my maternity leave.
She looked at her Grandma closely. For the first time in her life, she felt safe. Weird things happened as soon as she learned of her pregnancy. For some reason, she was feeling that some evil force was after her to cause her harm. But maybe this paranoia had always been there since Matt disappeared. But come to think of it, she was never normal. Not the type of being normal that people on this planet may call. For one, her parents were the first to disappear without any apparent reason and the very first unresolved disappearance that ever occurred in her life. Then there was Matt. Who else was going disappear? She looked at her Grandma once again and her eyes started to get watery. No. I cannot afford any more disappearance. I will not be able to handle it. Not my Grandma. She thought.
There was a sofa bed in the room near the door. ‘I’ve missed you, Grandma.’ She reasoned to her Grandmother when she asked why she didn’t want to sleep in her own bedroom which hadn’t been used for a very long time.
That night, Sofia fell asleep in almost an instant. She was too tired. She needed the sleep. Most of all, she felt safe. For some reason, she felt like she was being wrapped in God’s arms, the God that she’s never believed to exist. The God that she had always questioned and doubted. If it wasn’t God, why did she feel like it was some kind of a powerful being that was protecting her in this house? So, she closed her eyes and felt the warmth of her soft pillow and the comfort of the sofa bed. But something woke her up in the middle of the night. She tried to open her eyes but there seemed to be too much brightness in the room. She couldn’t stand it. She blinked but it was too blinding. Where was it coming from? Was there a fire? But the temperature was just right. Am I dreaming? Am I dead? Is this light the God people want to believe in? What is this? Then slowly, the light started to subside. She tried to open her eyes again.
‘Oh my God’, she gasped.
'Grandma! Grandma! Noooooooooooooo!' She screamed.
White light was coming from her womb. It looked like the sun was shining from inside her. It shone again, like a blinding light once more. Then it was gone.
Shocked and shaken, Sofia couldn't speak. She couldn’t believe what she had just seen. Her Grandma sat up on the bed, looking at her.
For a moment there, she saw, a tiny smile that came out of her lips, and then she spoke quietly, ‘You cannot fight your destiny, Sofia, because you have already chosen this path.’
(from Chapter 2 on my Sofia manuscript)
What do you think?
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