Mr Orange
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So this is the opening for a short story - I'm interested in thoughts on the voice, the setting and its general appeal. all comments welcome.
thanks in advance,
Mr O
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It was dark, like it always is when the lights go out. But not pitch, just ink. Some light from the pickers was reaching us somehow. Still, it was dark and I couldn’t see a thing.
"Sarac," I hissed, "This isn't funny."
There was no answer. The limestone was cool and rough against my back. I could feel it through my thin tunic and didn’t dare leave it’s safety. I knew she was close and I knew she could hear me. But, she had the glowb and without its light I was as good as blind.
"Sarac!"
I tried to stay calm. The tightness in my chest meant a black panic was coming. There was a scrape, the sound of something moving slowly over the rock. My breathing quickened to the point of hyperventilation.
"Sarac?" My voice sounded tiny. The empty darkness closed in. Another scrape. I yelped.
"Alright Keno, don't be such a cricket." Sarac's mocking voice echoed in the cavern. My breathing slowed.
"Just turn the bloody light on."
There was a rustle and the sound of fingernails tapping on glass. But, no light.
"Bug’s asleep, Keno.”
"Well, wake it up.”
There was more tapping. “Looks like I won. Again."
“We're meant to be on lookout, not playing night games."
"Relax, there's-"
Sarac was interrupted by a soft, mewling growl. I heard a sharp intake of breath, and the tapping got more urgent. A second growl replied to the first as the faintest glow indicated the bug was waking up. I ignored it, and focussed on the dark in front of us. Glowing, red eyes appeared. A lot of them. As the light grew, they blinked and the growls took on a savage, hungry edge.
"Let's go."
There was no argument from my sister. Together, we backed to the tunnel we had entered the cavern through. The glowbug's light was enough to find our way, but not to stop the jackals. I glanced behind us. Light spilled around the next bend in the tunnel. But it was at least thirty yards away. The spider jackals howled. As one, my sister and I turned and ran.
thanks in advance,
Mr O
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It was dark, like it always is when the lights go out. But not pitch, just ink. Some light from the pickers was reaching us somehow. Still, it was dark and I couldn’t see a thing.
"Sarac," I hissed, "This isn't funny."
There was no answer. The limestone was cool and rough against my back. I could feel it through my thin tunic and didn’t dare leave it’s safety. I knew she was close and I knew she could hear me. But, she had the glowb and without its light I was as good as blind.
"Sarac!"
I tried to stay calm. The tightness in my chest meant a black panic was coming. There was a scrape, the sound of something moving slowly over the rock. My breathing quickened to the point of hyperventilation.
"Sarac?" My voice sounded tiny. The empty darkness closed in. Another scrape. I yelped.
"Alright Keno, don't be such a cricket." Sarac's mocking voice echoed in the cavern. My breathing slowed.
"Just turn the bloody light on."
There was a rustle and the sound of fingernails tapping on glass. But, no light.
"Bug’s asleep, Keno.”
"Well, wake it up.”
There was more tapping. “Looks like I won. Again."
“We're meant to be on lookout, not playing night games."
"Relax, there's-"
Sarac was interrupted by a soft, mewling growl. I heard a sharp intake of breath, and the tapping got more urgent. A second growl replied to the first as the faintest glow indicated the bug was waking up. I ignored it, and focussed on the dark in front of us. Glowing, red eyes appeared. A lot of them. As the light grew, they blinked and the growls took on a savage, hungry edge.
"Let's go."
There was no argument from my sister. Together, we backed to the tunnel we had entered the cavern through. The glowbug's light was enough to find our way, but not to stop the jackals. I glanced behind us. Light spilled around the next bend in the tunnel. But it was at least thirty yards away. The spider jackals howled. As one, my sister and I turned and ran.