One-by-one, the black-market upgrades keeping Blade on the brink of survival sparked, sputtered, and shifted modes from stasis to revival. Triggered by the renewed presence of gravity and the greater concentration of oxygen, Blade’s empty lungs artificially expanded, filling with a long overdue breath. Hot dust-laden air burnt his throat. Dragged into activity by indelicate charges through long dormant neurons, his brain snapped from its dull, death-like coma of bad dreams, into a drunken and confused wakefulness.
Hi – just a really short one today. This is another challenge from Chuck Wendig, and one I thought hard about before posting – Share a Sentence from your WIP.
Chuck asked those who were willing to share one sentence of the stories currently being worked on. Given I have just started to go back to my novel (after a long, welcome to blogging based hiatus), I thought I would play along – although here I have posted the whole paragraph.
This is it – I wont be posting any more of the story – lets be honest, I have only written 5,488 words, so there is not that much to share!
I would however be thrilled if you decided to comment on this tiny extract, and let me know what you think. I’m very happy to hear constructive criticism of course, but please keeping in mind of course that it is a snippet, and nothing more than that.
Cheers, and as always, thanks for reading.