And now for something a little different from the wonderful gals behind the Writer Wednesday Blog Hop.
Throughout September they are presenting us with a new twist on this weekly challenge. Each Sunday the hosts will be post all the stories submitted to the previous Wednesdays photo reveal.
The twist is to take one of the submitted stories and choose one of the following –
4) Turn one of the stories into one of the following genres – horror, western, romance, or mystery.
Now, after you’ve chosen one of the challenges, you have a maximum of 1,000 words.
You then have until the NEXT Sunday to take part in the challenge.
This challenge will run every week throughout September and once you’ve written your contribution, as usual head over to one of the hosts to get linked up:
And now, my story follows on from where Debra left off …
Dreams do come true
The voices again became louder and stronger, and he could hear excitement in them as he heard them rustling closer. His tired arms gave up and his head fell back to the ground with more of a bump than he’d like. The pain throbbed and hurt the back of his eyes.
He tried opening them again and in the faded moonlight he saw Abigail’s face in front of him, swaying and blurring in and out of focus. Convinced he was dreaming again he allowed sleep to take him.
When he roused again it took him a moment to realise the difference in his surroundings. The ground was no longer hard against his back and his head was propped and supported by something soft and welcoming. He could feel his leg again, but instead of the pain there was a strange sensation of it being encased. It felt good but he couldn’t understand why.
His eyes opened more easily now, although he was forced to squint as they adjusted to the brightness filling the room. He was in a strange room with French doors that had been opened to let the morning breeze through. The curtains swayed but his attention was drawn to the figure standing by the open doors. She was looking out across the plain with her back to him, but there was no mistaking his Abigail. Her honey coloured curls blew gently, and the hem of her floral dress did the same against her legs.
In that moment she turned to face him, and joy spread across her face as she saw that he was awake. He managed a smile, but his head still ached a little so he knew it would be weak in comparison to hers, although what he was feeling matched her smile and more.
She came towards him and gently pressed her hand to his brow, brushing the hair back from his face.
‘I thought you were gone,’ she whispered, and the fear was still present in her shaky voice. She had been genuinely worried for him.
And then the moment came that he’d been dreaming of for so long. He couldn’t put his arms around her this time, and his eyes hurt too much to gaze for long, but the kiss that she gave him was far better than anything he could have imagined in his dreams. Her lips lingered on his, and to him it was an eternity.
Word count: 643
I hope you like what I’ve done with your story Debra!