6.8K words written today. That brings me to 19.6K words total for 1st draft of CORNERS. How about it, eh? And the story has turned bloody and creepy pretty quickly. Here is an excerpt from today's writing.
The woman stopped by a door not two steps away from them, produced a large intricate key that glinted yellow in the candle light and stuck it in the door, twisting once. Her face lit up with some kind of morbid curiosity. As she opened the door, boys saw her face fall, then her candle, then the key, then she shrieked and an identical shriek echoed hers from behind the door. Two screams reverberated along the barren walls for what seemed like forever, or maybe two forevers, since it was two screams.
At first the boys got frightened, but then something in the screams alerted them. The other voice was unmistakably female. In fact, it was a girl’s voice. In fact, it was Bells’ voice. They would recognize it anywhere, castle or no castle, real world or book world. It sounded the same everywhere, shrill and bossy somehow. Like it demanded to know why it was disturbed. Like it demanded them to do something.
Without thinking, forgetting themselves, they ran up to the woman and pushed her aside. The woman hardly resisted them. She stopped screaming and promptly collapsed on the cobbles, her head hitting the floor with a resounding crack. Now Bells staggered out, screaming her head off, unable to stop. She walked straight into Grand and clutched his shirt and shook him and finally quieted down, gasping into his shoulder and shaking like a leaf.
Peacock, led by an uncontrollable force of needing to find out the source of the fright, stepped into the room. What he saw he wished he didn’t see. He thought that this couldn’t belong to any book, let alone to a fairy tale, because behind him the only person who wasn’t scared of dead bodies, their only friend who not only wasn’t scared of them, but was also rather fond of beautifying them, calmly said.
“We’re in the Bluebeard folktale. And these are his murdered wives.”
Peacock wanted to move and couldn’t.
On the wall opposite the one with the door, lined neatly one after another, hung bodies of dead women, impaled on hooks, their heads hanging down with hair obscuring their faces, their bodies cloaked in white gowns, their feet turned down and looking unnaturally stiff.
“We need to get out of here before Bluebeard comes back and decides to ax us too.” Said Grand tonelessly, like he was talking about a friend coming back to school the next day or something.
Peacock produced a noise that maybe sounded like an agreement, or maybe it sounded like a contradiction, one couldn’t tell. He made another one of these sounds before forcing himself out of the room, to the rough stone wall of the corridor, where he planted his forehead for a moment, then doubled down and threw up.
“There is nothing to be afraid of.” Said Grand calmly. “They’re just dead bodies. It’s sad, really. They won’t bite you or anything, so I don’t know why you guys are so worked up.” Grand shrugged his shoulders. “Besides, this is not real, I mean...”
“Not real? And what is this?” Bells pointed to her sneakers stained with blood. She coughed in her sleeve. It stunk. She knew why it stunk now, and it made her stomach do flip-flops.
Peacock wiped his mouth and waved to this friends. “Can one of you...think of something...something nice, for a change?”
“Sorry.” Said Grand. “I was hoping maybe we could find Rusty here. He likes this kind of stuff.”
“Rusty reads fairy tales?” Asked Bells incredulously.
“He asked me not to tell anyone, so please don’t tell him I told you, okay?” Begged Grand. “This is a special occasion, so I thought it would be okay.”
The woman on the floor stirred. She blinked, staring at the kids, and opened her mouth to utter another scream.
“No, please, it’s okay!” Said Bells.
“We don’t mean any harm.”
“We’re sorry we have badged into your story uninvited.” Added Grand. “We will be going now. Sorry about your discovery, too. Just so you know, your husband is coming back in the morning, so it’s best if you left now. Would you like any help?” Grand offered her his pudgy hand.
The woman shook her head, staring it him with big round eyes, then she looked inside the room and started screaming again at the sight of dead bodies.