Sneak-Peak at Chapter Five of "From Far Beyond" · 12:54am Mar 24th, 2019
Hello, followers
I know I said that I'd probably have Chapter Five finished before the end of the month, but now I'm not quite as sure. Most of it has to do with college stuff (being in a COM major does bring on a lot of tough assignments at times), but I'm also experiencing a bit of a...I don't know if it could be called a writer's block; I know what I want to write, and I know how I want it to be worded, I just need to will myself into actually writing it.
But to hold you guys over until then, I thought I'd give you all a small preview of the next phase of Eric Colby's misadventures (you might want to re-read Chapter Four to catch up on things).
The first thing Eric Colby heard when he came to was his ragged, hoarse breath, and the sound of his heart beating inside his chest, muffled and sounding like a far-away drum. The first thing he felt was a light breeze against his face, and the feel of dirt and leaves and hard roots beneath his cheek.
The first thing he thought was, I'm still alive.
Alive. Still alive. He was aching all over the place, and in ways that he didn't think it was possible to ache in before, but at least the horrible, fiery agony he had felt previously was gone. And he was still alive.
And now he remembered the ordeal that he had just experienced; His father's experiment in the basement, the sounds of gunfire, the overwhelming sensation of going through the portal, the wolf-things...
Eric snapped his eyes open, looking frantically around for any sign of those creatures. To his great relief, there were none in sight. Just the same, creepy, dark forest that he had found himself in.
He mentally sighed in relief, and lifted his head up for a better look. But he soon realized something was wrong. He could only lift his neck so far before it was stopped by the back of his shirt collar. And the front of his shirt felt...torn, as though it had somehow shrunk on him. In fact, both his shirt and pajamas now felt far too small for him.
As the panic of constriction began to set in, Eric touched his chest with a hand. It took only a second for him to confirm that his shirt had been torn somehow.
It took only slightly longer for him to realize that he wasn't feeling with his hands anymore.
And that's all I'm gonna say about poor Eric*...for now, anyway. Thank you, and good night/day/whatever it is in your time zone.
*Having trouble getting that reference? Let me give you a hint: Triple Dog Dare.
Nice!
I am lookin' forward to this!
Eric awakens as a pone and must now get used to being one, at least for a while.