Writing Excerpt: Three of My Favourites
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This is the second last day of Camp NaNoWriMo. I can't believe it's almost over! Where did the month go? Today also marks the last writing excerpt of the month. I've drawn my favourite short excerpts from my character development scenes for this final posting. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them.
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“You ate a ghost chilli?” Nicola asked, her mouth dropping
as she stared at his dimly lit face. “Seriously? What possessed you to try
that?”
“It was a dare at school,” Eric said with a shrug. “A whole
bunch of us decided to do it together. So we got a whole bunch of the chillies
together with milk and ice cream and all that sort of stuff so that when our
mouths died from the heat, we could rescue ourselves. Let me tell you, never
try that. Honestly, it felt like I bit on the toe of Satan it was that hot in
my mouth. My throat felt like it was going to close over. But I survived way
better than the others so that was definitely worth it.”
“That is some story,” Nicola said. “I guess you must really
love your spicy food.”
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Nicola flipped out of the water, sending water droplets
sparkling all over the room before they dropped to the ground like fat plops of
rain. Sara raised her arms over her head, trying to shield herself from the
water flying around. Nicola splashed back into the water, sending a tidal wave
of water rocketing across the pool. Normally the aquatic mutant was very
graceful and could slide in and out of the water with barely a ripple, and
certainly without a wave like that. Obviously she wasn’t in the best of moods,
even in the water.
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Finally they stopped dancing and prancing and started
walking along at the edge of the water, heading for the rocks at the bend of
the beach. Bethany darted back and forth, soon lagging behind the other two,
searching for shells. Most shells weren’t worth picking up, and some of them
ended up being rocks instead of the pretty sea shells that she was searching
for.
“Here’s one.” Lee turned it over with his foot. It was half
of a little clam, plain on one side, but shiny with mother of pearl on the
inside. Bethany darted over and scooped it up, adding it to the small
collection in her hands.
As they drew closer to the rocks, the shells grew more and
more numerous. Sara and lee helped Bethany to gather shells. They found more
clam shells, twisty shells that spiraled up into points, and little white
shells that looked like angels’ wings. By the time Megan and Jonathon caught up
with them, all their hands were filled with shells, and they couldn’t possibly
carry any more.
“Surely you have enough by now,” Megan said.
Bethany’s face fell. She looked around the rocks. There were
so many good shells that she still wanted to pick up, but she physically
couldn’t carry any more. She let out a sigh and tried to juggle the shells so
that she was less likely to drop any of them.
Jonathon pulled his white bucket hat off his head and held it out to Bethany. “Here, put your shells in there. You can carry them in there for now.”
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How has your Camp gone? Are you sitting back and relaxing as a winner, or are you still racing toward the finish line? Also, would you be interesting in reading more Writing Excerpt posts in the future?
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