Day 1 : NanoPoblano
Here’s my first post for NanoPoblano 2018. If you didn’t see the announcement post, here is how I plan to approach National Blog Posting Month.
The plan: Each day I will post a short story (maximum 300 words), which will begin with a sentence from the current book I’m reading.
The part in bold is my starter prompt, which is from The Poppy War by R. F. Kuang pg 524.
Please enjoy and let me know what you think.
“The Hexagrams can’t foresee the future,” Kim kept saying to herself as she walked along the long corridor. The floor moaned under her step. She chose each step with care because one misstep could mean certain death. It was a labyrinth of corridors and doors. Some leading nowhere and other leading to more corridors and doors.
Her brother, Joe made her memorize a map of the maze when she decided to take on the challenge. “Things change at the blink of an eye, so make sure to keep your eyes forward,” he told her. “Don’t look back. Don’t touch anything,” he warned.
Last year Joe did the challenge along with Armand and Sylvester. Joe barely made it out alive. Armand had to drag him out. Sylvester never made it out and the maze grew another six inches on the outside, but there were dozens of new corridors and doors.
She wondered how memorizing the map would help if each time the maze consumed someone it grew. Kim kept going over the map in her head and the smells Joe told her to look for as she slowly and carefully stepped. She figured out how the map would help her. New corridors and doors were slightly misshapen and had a stench of something rotting. She assumed it was rotting flesh.
The key was to say on the neutral path. If any part of your body was not on the neutral path you ran the risk of being consumed and quickly. “That’s why you stick together,” Joe said. “If you do you can work together to get out and hopefully save each other in enough time.” But who’s going to save me, Kim thought. I’m alone. Peter was consumed when he bent over to tie his shoe and Michael got so scared when he saw it he ran off. She doesn’t know if he’s alive or dead.
To Be Continued. . .