I Gotz Uh Idear
08/25/10
So, I finally came up with a novel idea for the brain[storm]ing idea I came up with for a story. (The blog before this)
It will be a horror/drama dealing with the wrath of karma. I've developed a good story, now I just need to build great characters. But as of right now, I'm working on a NEW novel idea (YES, I'm very scattered brained) so this karma story has been set on the back burner... Actually, I took it completely off the stove. I'll give more info on the new novel I'm starting in a later post. :DPossible Prologue for a book idea.(Untitled)
04/11/10
An angry thunderstorm brewed just south of a desolate Texas highway, its yellow guided path stretched far out into the distant darkness of nightfall. A cold blackness covered the ground and swallowed every object above its dusty surface, forcing all living creatures, big and small, to hide safely in their homes. The heavy dark clouds danced with the rhythmic roars that bellowed from deep within the hungry storm and began forming into an endless black spiral. Hurricane winds rushed towards the center of the beast, creating an immense vacuuming effect that took anything within the storm’s radius as prey and sucked it into oblivion. It didn’t take a weather forecast to tell the citizens of Matador, TX that this wasn’t an ordinary thunderstorm. Texas land is no stranger to dangerous storms, but something was different about this unforeseen charade of booming thunder and thrashing gusts of wind and rain; the inevitable feeling of fear. This was no natural occurrence. This was the summoning of all things evil.
Speeding east-bound towards the rumbling rain, a bright pair of LED headlights pierced the night like a dagger through the soft flesh of the beast’s belly. The woman behind the steady steering wheel looked out into the darkness with unease and desperation. She wasn’t paying attention to the road, but to where the road would lead her. Her hands gripped the soft, bumpy surface of the wheel, causing her knuckles to turn white as the bone that lied beneath her skin.
Aside from the light roar from the car’s tired engine and the periodic growls of thunder, the woman remained in complete silence. The radio had nothing but bad music, and if a good song were to play it would only be interrupted by high-pitched noises, then soon followed by a severe storm warning. She knew very well what was ahead of her. Besides, silence beckoned her memories that were lost within the abyss of her suppressed regrets and triumphs. She needed the silence because she wanted those memories to help keep her strength. She needed her strength for her destination and for the task she was meant to accomplish once she reached it. The storm scared all who feared its wrath, and only invited one who sought its promise, and her name was Sally May.
