The website for young adult author Kate Larkindale. A place for her musings on writing, publishing and a day job in the film business.
Monday, May 30, 2011
The Power of the Ocean
Friday, May 27, 2011
Made of Awesome Contest
The darkness is absolute. I’m not sure if my eyes are open or closed. I strain to push the lids up, but they’re already wide. Not a pinpoint of light penetrates the space I’m in. Something covers my mouth and nose, making breathing difficult. My lungs burn for air, but I can only suck in tiny mouthfuls through whatever smothers my face.
I turn my head, crying out as a savage bolt of pain shoots through it. I teeter on the edge of consciousness, wavy grey lines wafting across the blank space before my eyes. I struggle to keep my wits about me - what’s left of them - fighting the darkness threatening to drown me. I gasp for breath, certain now I won’t pass out. Reaching out my left hand, I try to find something to hold onto. My fingers scrabble over small objects, pebbles perhaps, that skitter away beneath my touch. I reach further, wrapping my fist around them. Pain prickles my fingertips. Not pebbles. Glass. Small, sharp shards of glass.
Using my torn hand, I drag myself forward, an inch, maybe two. A huge weight pins my legs to the ground. I can’t move them, can’t even feel them. Raising my head, I see light. Not a lot of light, but light. Red light, bright at one end, dull at the other. I know what this is. I do. My heart thumps at the side of my head and I can almost hear the gears of my brain creaking to make sense of this weird red glow.
There you go! Now, make sure you head over to Shelly's blog to find some other entries to critique...
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Music pulsing, pounding;
ears humming and buzzing with bass.
writhing rockers shriek their wailing lament to the beat.
twisting my body in time.
Outstretched hands contact famous flesh.
an electric current flows between us.
Eyes - blue meets brown
Instant attraction promises
fulfilment of carnal desires.
Backstage sex is brief,
Fiery breath searing hoarse dry throat,
sudden stabbing pain.
broken moments later when he leaves,
leather scent following skeletal frame.
Crumpled doll me,
left on a filthy staircase,
glass shards underfoot.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
The Burden of Talent
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Ideas and where they spring from
Monday, May 16, 2011
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Dreams and daydreams
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Conflict and where to find it
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Saturday night on the street
Friday, May 6, 2011
Revising & Restarting
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
2. Share seven random facts about yourself.
3. Pass the award along to 5 new-found blogging buddies.
4. Contact the winners to congratulate them.
Monday, May 2, 2011
I just got a blog award from the lovely Christine, and part of this award involves passing it on to 5 other awesome bloggers. So here are 5 of my favorites, in no particular order.