Thanks to everyone who gave Zachary the victory in Round 2 of Library Mosaic's "Team Smackdown"!
I promised that if he won, I'd share a teaser from his short-story-in-progress, "Shattered," which will be out this summer. The size of the teaser was determined by the number of votes Zachary received.
He's in the semi-finals this week, so if you want, go vote for him
and your choices in the other two races. And once again, if he wins, I'll share another "Shattered" teaser that will also reflect the number of votes.
So here it is, from Round 2, a 135-word piece of Zachary (with usual this-is-a-first-draft disclosure. (Is "disclosure" even the right word? I am still deadline-braindead. Also, a little nervous.) EDITED TO ADD: the correct word is "disclaimer." Duh.). Anyway:
The dream won’t even grant me grey. It’s all white, blank. Nothing. No one.
Standing (sitting? tumbling?) in the void, I hold up my hands. They look false, laid against no skin.
The fading, it starts at my fingertips. Nothingness devours them, turning my knuckles to air. Then my palms, my wrists.
I scream at my arms to fight back. They flap and flail until they’re gone as well, and the nothingness is at my throat, swallowing the shrieks.
I sit half up in bed, choking, my gut leaping towards my mouth. This time, I’m certain breath won’t come. This time, I’m certain I’ll die.
“Zachary!” A touch in the dark on my arm, which apparently still exists.
Instinct launches my other fist, but instead of smashing a face, it meets another hand. This time.
Labels: SHADE series, short stories, Team Smackdown, teasers