My dear friend Tonya tagged me for this fun game. Taken from her post, the game is described here:
The Look is a writing prompt, a game, another tagging event. This is how U Got “The Look”works: you take your current manuscript, search for the word “look”, and post the surrounding paragraphs. Lastly, you tag 5 blogging authors who you think will be a good choice for the game.
Right, so without my natural rambling I’ll get straight to the point, here is a sneak peek at The Book of Daniel:
We pulled up to a grand house, white with four tall ivory pillars in the front. We parked out front on the street. Daniel got out of the car and opened my door for me. A guy has never opened a door for me, until tonight.
Stepping out of the car, my foot tangled in the seatbelt and I stumbled into him, and he caught me by my arm. I was inches from his face. I looked up at him to say thank you, and then I caught the look in his eyes. Words caught in my throat. His face, one of worry and passion, still caught in his gaze, he put his hand lightly on the back of my neck pulling my face to his. I closed my eyes as his lips met mine. His lips were so soft. Then, he suddenly pulled away and took a few steps back.
He kept his head down as he turned on his heel and started toward the house. I’m left standing there staring after him awed and unsatisfied. Even a little self-conscious. I stumbled over my feet the first few steps, but quickly followed after him. “Did I do something wrong?”
He didn’t answer my question, and opened the front door. We walked into the house and the first thing I saw was the grand staircase. Through the crowd of people, I saw Tineen sitting on one of the steps.
“Hey,” she said.
“Where is Wesley?” I asked, sitting next to her on the step.
“He went to get us a drink. I’m sure he’ll get you one when he gets back,” she paused and looked around. “Hey, where is Daniel?”
I didn’t realize he wasn’t still with me until she asked, “I’m not sure.”
Wesley and Scott came walking around the corner, drinks in hand. Wesley handed Tineen her cup, and Scott offered me one too. “I saw you come in and figured you’d be thirsty.”
“Oh, thank you, but I don’t drink.”
“More for me,” Scott said with a smile, taking a sip out of both red keg cups.
I need some air. “Scott, where is your bathroom?”
“Right through the living room, it’s in the kitchen,” he vaguely directed.
“Want me to come with you?” Tineen asked.
“No, I’ll only be a minute.” Making my way through the party I finally found the kitchen, alas the bathroom.
Shutting the door behind me, I slid down the back of the door onto the floor and put my head between my knees. I could feel the tears welling up in the corner of my eyes. After a moment, I composed my self, and splashed some water on my face, avoiding the mirror, I didn’t want to see how pathetic I looked. I took a deep breath and opened the door.
“There you are!”
I jumped out of my skin, recognizing the voice, but was terrified to look up at him.
“Why do you care?” I said, pushing past him.
“I’m sorry about earlier, there was something I needed to take care of,” Daniel said.
“Whatever, I don’t want to hear anymore excuses.” I stormed through the kitchen to get back to Tineen.
This WIP (work in progress), in particular, as been a pain in my… you know what. It constantly nags me to death to finish it. I decided a few months ago to tack on a rough twenty-five thousand words of new material, which I am just now nearing the finish line. I don’t currently have a release date for this bad boy, but when it’s ready I’ll scream it from the rooftops.
Now, to tag a few unsuspecting authors with this awesome chance to share a tidbit of their work with the impatient world:
TAG, YOU’RE IT!!!