I am in cahoots with this. As such I may scrap it entirely. If you enjoy what it does for you, or don't feel it shall enhance a story. Please feel free to leave a comment below.
When he opened his eyes, he was uncertain of where he was, and it took him a moment to organise his thoughts. He jumped out of his seat, panicked at the thought of missing them and ran out the door. He sprinted bare foot across the sharp sand, headed straight for the water’s edge. He searched the waves in every direction as he ran, desperate and hopeful.
He leapt into ankle deep water, soaking himself in the process. When no heads presented themselves, he removed his shorts and ran farther out before diving in and swimming.
He may have missed them, but if he was quick enough, maybe, just maybe he’d still find them before they left the bay.
For ten minutes he searched, before finally heading back to the shore.
On his approach, something grabbed at his conscience; he dipped his head and looked along the underside of his body. Through the murky water he could make out two lines of triangular white teeth, they belonged to a jaw, opened wide. The teeth of a great white shark he had no doubt. He kicked faster with both feet, arms flailed in his desperate plea to flee. In knee deep water, he rose. Running proved difficult as he struggled to gain any distance from the predator. The shark was right behind. Its nose nudged the back of his lower leg. He fell. Turning he readied to fend in whatever way he could. The shark came on, wide jawed ready to take its fatal bite. As teeth pierced his skin, he jumped in his chair.
I've written 1145 ish words into my short story 'Into The Ocean' which is another short for the collection. I originally wrote 3000 words and that was all I wanted to do with it.
When I re-read it for editing a month or so ago, I realised it needed more.
At one point I had built a boat and was, sorry I'll say that again. At one point my protagonist built a boat, (better) and alarm bells went off in my head telling me not to let him set sail. Why? Because the story was intended to be what it was and end where I originally ended it. The extra story up to the boat building, enhanced the read but did not deviate so much from my earlier plan.
Now having taken the boat ride, the story, while still holding its reserved premise of finding love, is something entirely different. And yes, I'm sure glad I let him cast off.
I'm now marooned on an island. There I go again. My protagonist is now on an island awaiting the battle between, Morini and some wild beats he has no name for to dwindle, before he can make his getaway.
There is a sneak peak on what I'm writing now page.
With the release of Buried I'd like to bring your attention to South coast ghosts. It is run by a friend of mine and is aimed at bringing together all things paranormal, where 'likers' of his facebook page can follow in any of his ghost hunting trips and investigations.
He asked me if I'd like to contribute and I gladly accepted. I will be sharing on his wall some of my own personal experiences and true occurrences.
Please take a look and like his page, here.
Scroll down to view the story with the German Shepherd.
This Sunday, I'll be in the Thainstone Exchange Centre, Inverurie. Where you have the opportunity to grab copies of a selection of my short stories.
It'll be ongoing, so if you miss this weekend, come along anytime.
These are physical paper copies, which in time may become little booklets, or some such.
I look forwards to seeing you there.
Charles F Bond is writer of fantasy and paranormal fiction. He wishes you much merriment in the pursuit of good reading.
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