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Ok, so this is a longer excerpt (~2K) and because of that it’s below the cut. So the few lines here are an excerpt of an excerpt! Because I realized I have never really uploaded a longer excerpt on here and this is only very vaguely spoilery and I like it. It’s still a first draft, though, so I’m sorry for language/... errors.  

From Kiyera’s POV, from somewhere near the middle of Dreams and Shadows. 

The door opens a slit wide and a brown eye peers through, suspiciously, at about hip-height. I smile and bend down a bit to see her better.

“Good morning”, I say seriously, “I saw your brother when I last came here and I need to talk to you. And your parents, of course.”

She stares at me impassively for a few moments, then something changes unexpectedly. “When?”, she asks, and there’s a strange hope and neediness in her voice, something I don’t really understand.

“You mean, when did I see him? A few days ago, when I last visited, I think”, I say, hoping that this answer is going to be all right.

Her face falls, and my heart breaks all over again.

Tagged by the amazing @morphtyler for this one...

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“Welcome, how may We help you today?”

“I’ve just awoken from an ancient slumber…”

“Ah, yes. Fill out form 73b and We will help you figure out the next step.”

The hulking orange wolf shuffled to the side, holding the form between their furry fingers. The woman behind the desk smiled and beckoned me forward.

“Welcome, how may We help you today?”

“Well, I don’t know what I’m doing here, or.”

Her smile tightened, “name?”

I told her my name, stumbling on the way it fit through my new mouth.

“Ooh… of course, We told us to expect you. I’ll just-“

“What?”

She restarted, not acknowledging the odd use of ‘we.’ “Of course, We told us to expect you. I’ll just call Stephanie; she’ll be your guide.” As she turned to the faded black rotary phone perched on the corner of the desk I looked backwards at the other beings in line. I was the only one who looked completely human. The others were animals, plants, or even pure energy. While I was focused on the line behind me Stephanie appeared at my side.

Two large, down turned eyes were staring at me. “Hey. I’m Steph, let’s book.”

Before I could fully take in her large beehive and paisley mini dress she darted through a door behind the desk. I followed, surprised how quickly she made it to the end of the next room, which is completely empty.

Catching up to her in the doorway I ask, “what are you my guide for? Where are we? Whose body am I in, what’s going on?”

“Whoa, chill. I know this is probably bogue-city for you but I’m just here to deliver you to We.”  

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This is from my current WIP, Project 11 (be aware though, this hasn’t been edited yet): 

“What…” I start, but can’t remember where I was going with the question. 

Though my eyes want to stay shut each time I blink, a blurry glimpse tells me that we’re going down a narrow hallway. Grey doors are placed on each side of the room. They roll me into a tiny room. It’s empty except for a bed, a glass of water, and a mirror on the wall. They lift me onto the bed. 

Struggling, I force myself to stay awake. I can’t feel my face anymore. Open your eyes. The doctors walk out and shut the door behind them, but they continue to stare at me through a small window. Maybe this is some kind of mental hospital? 

They take a final look at me before turning away. A plate is drawn to cover the window. I am alone. I take a deep breath. Whatever they have done to me is over for now, and they’ll have to release me at some point. I hope. But just as I try to calm myself, I see a sign over the door. 

My heart skips a beat. 

It’s a white sign that almost blends in with the wall, but the bold red letters that light up catch my attention like a hand gripping my throat. 

They spell out a single word: QUARANTINE. 

I was tagged by @pocketoflight and @paperhearts-and-inkyveins! Thanks, guys. <3

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Ohhhhh man this one took me awhile. I’ve been trying to think of what I wanted to post, soooo... *deep breath* here goes:

The hall was empty.

A single light flickered above, casting the outside of her room in an eerie, pulsating glow. She could feel her heartbeat quickening, every one of her senses screaming that there was danger lingering beyond the threshold of her door.

Still, Skylar strode warily down the hall, being especially quiet when she passed the rooms of other students. She hoped she would hear them inside, shifting or talking or laughing, but there wasn’t a single sound.

Cold shivers crawled up Skylar’s spine.

".. Adria?" she called, voice echoing down the hall.

No response.

It was then that Skylar saw it, and it was then that she stopped, frozen in her tracks.

Before her, spread on the floor like a fresh coat of paint, was blood.

With a sigh, Genny stretched, dangling her feet over the edge of the bed. She didn't seem to notice Marshall's presence as she dug around in the chest and pulled out a dead forest creature, what exactly it was Marshall couldn't tell, but he dreaded what was about to happen.

She tore into it with her fangs and rent the flesh of the creature from its body. Blood had fallen to the floor and Marshall had recoiled in disgust. It was mere seconds before clean white bones fell to the floor with a clatter and Genny was turning around back to the bed, pulling her forearm of her uninjured arm across her mouth.

She stopped dead in her tracks, arm still half across her mouth, when she noticed Marshall for the first time. They were both frozen with looks of horror on their faces, staring at each other.

It clicked first in Genny's mind what was going on and she panicked immediately.

"Oh, my gosh, I'm so so sorry, I didn't realize you were there! I wouldn't have, of course, but I didn't know I'd have a guest, and just look at this place! It's a mess, and Avyn isn't here to help, good gravy," she said in a flurry as she swiftly fell to the floor and pushed the bones, both the fresher ones and the older ones that had been piled up, into the pond in the floor.

"You must be disgusted, I mean, look at this, it's so obviously gross, whatever might you think of me? I must look like one of those wacko's out there, making such a gross mess, oh gosh, blood everywhere, now where is that..."

She scrubbed with her bare hands at the blood that had dripped to the floor during her meal and then searched in the chest and under the bed before pulling out what looked like a sponge and dipping it into the pond and scrubbing the floor.

"And of course, it would happen this way, some way to break the curse, what is...oh my gosh, I mean seriously..." She turned to Marshall and smiled, her bottom lip strained across the tusks. "If you wouldn't mind, would you cover your ears? This won't feel too good otherwise," She said, standing up.

Marshall slowly raised his hands to his ears, but never actually covered them, until she leaned out the window and sang out a high whistle of a call that caused Marshall to slam his hands against his head and hunker down, as if the sound was about to make his head implode.

When she was done, Genny walked over to the pond with the bloodied wet sponge still in her hands and tapped her foot impatiently. Marshall watched with confusion. With a splash, Avyn popped up out of the water and started to speak, interrupted by Genny, who flung the sponge in his face. It hit him with a splat before falling into the pond and sinking down to its depths. He looked at her with surprise.

"Why didn't you tell me we had a guest? Look at this place! Come on, Avyn," Genny chastised him, pointing at the cabin.

"Well, good morning to you too," Avyn replied, pulling himself out of the pond so that he was leaning over the edge. He pulled a hand down his face to wipe off the watery blood and looked at Genny, mumbling, "Considering you were playing Sleeping Beauty for the past, what, day? Give me a break.”

Avyn looked around her and threw his arm out at Marshall palm up. “Besides, Marshall survived. He's alive. To me, it's party time!"

Genny's glare disappeared as she followed where his hand was gesturing to. Her focus landed on Marshall and her eyes grew wide, incredulously.

“Marshall? He lived? I saved him? I don't remember...” she whispered.

He stared back at them with wide eyes full of both confusion and concern. He raised his hands slowly in front of his chest cautiously.

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Excerpt Tag: Post a snippet of your story, your outline, your book’s summary, or a character profile. I was tagged by @janessab82501​, and I tag whoever wants to! This is from my second book, Outcast Shadows. Sebastian, in book one, was a goblin cursed by the Styx Goblins and turned into a cat. By this point in the story, Chapter 5 of Book 2, he has his original body back, but he’s been running around do all sorts of crazy nonsense (ie: horrible things), and this is the first moment he’s had to himself.

He finally reached the king’s chambers, which were on the top floor of the palace and had been offered to him when the Chiaroscurans first learned who he was. He entered his room, which had seemed comically large for a cat and still too big for one person. Ignoring the beautifully carved furniture and woven tapestries, he went to a vanity that sat, unused, since he had taken up residence in this room. He looked at the face in the mirror, his true face. With it came a feeling he hadn’t felt for years, a feeling that this face, this body, and even his name were not his own.

And yet, he was glad to be back. He felt awakened from a long dream. Deep in the dungeons of Styx, that man had put him into a trance which muted his senses and allowed him to pass the centuries without going mad. This dreamlike haze was interrupted only when Delilah had found him, but even then, he knew he was not himself. In his true body, everything was clear. He felt the skin on his face and breathed in, finally having a chance to focus on existence itself without having to worry about Styx. He was almost happy, but whatever form he was in, his mind was the same, and the events of hundreds of years ago were still at the forefront of his thoughts.

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The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. It’s no surprise she ended up here. Validem with power like that…We either end up working for the Council or dead in the street.

“You’re disgusted by me?” Her voice is sharp, and again I can’t shake the feeling of being exposed.

“Not you,” I shake my head, pulling up the edge of my gloves. “Just...it’s no wonder why they hate us.”

“They don’t hate us. They’re only afraid of us.”

“They should be.” The doors slide open, signifying my time is up.

I get up to leave, and I’m almost out the door when she asks “Are you afraid of us?”

“Aren’t you?” I don’t turn back to face her, and she doesn’t reply. So I walk out of the room, leaving the girl behind.