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Another novel excerpt, aptly titled
'Storm'
She was halfway across the
ravine when the storm broke.
She should've known better, after a week of scathing heat she should've expected it.
But she hadn't been paying enough attention, and now the rain pelted down in torrents,
soaking straight to her skin and drenching her pack.
She needed to find shelter, and fast. Lightning flashed, and she jumped, blinking
furiously as she tried to readjust her eyes to the darkness and see through the pelting
drops.
Readjusting her pack, tucking her cloak tighter around her body, she tried to scale up the
edge of the ravine faster, her feet slipping as the muddy side of the empty riverbank gave
way. Make that once empty, for a river was once more beginning to form between the cut of
the landscape.
Crash. The thunder startled her off balance; she lost one of her boots in the mud. The
rain poured harder. She looked back over her shoulder - the river was quickly gaining on
her. The realization sunk in: FLASH FLOOD. She had to get out of the ravine, NOW.
She bit her lip in an attempt to keep panic at bay; her heart beating heavily. Her hands
clawed at the muddy riverside, plants that she grabbed in her hand released their hold on
the soil; she tumbled backwards into the raging water.
She struggled up to the surface, vainly trying to cough out the water in her lungs before
she was dragged under the tormented water again.
Her pack. It was too heavy. Now completely waterlogged, it dragged her to the bottom, kept
her from reaching the surface of the water which contained the air she now so badly
needed.
She released herself from its deathly weight, pushed herself to the surface as the last of
her oxygen expired; gasped in a sweet mouthful of air before the current swept her away
again.
It dragged her down the river, over rocks and smashing her into deadfall that had washed
into the ravine by the powerful rain. Something hit her in the head, and her mind reeled.
Releasing her pack was not enough; it had given her oxygen, but it could not keep her
afloat.
She splashed wildly in the water, using the last of her will to stay alive, praying her
strength wouldn't run out before this ordeal was over; before she'd had the chance to
truly be alive.
And then she lost consciousness. |