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Wednesday, November 10, 2010

3WW-Taking Liberty Part 8

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Before I get started on the fun today, I'd like to make a plug for my Small Packages blogfest.  Posting day is the 16th, so you still have plenty of time to sign up.  I'm looking for bloggers that have 300 followers or less.  The topic this month is pretty funny, and is a good way to work out any anti-holiday feelings you might have.  Please check it out and spread the word!

So, for the last few weeks, I've been using the words from 3WW to write a serial story without any planning from week to week.  So far it's gone well.  If you need to catch up and see what's happened before, check out my Taking Liberty page. 

When we last left the story, Liberty and Elizabeth were on the cusp of joining forces.

I closed my eyes, waiting for some sign or gesture that Liberty had heard me.  Even though I now knew that she was somehow part of me, when I closed my eyes I could see a shadowy form of her in front of me.  Instead of a disembodied voice in my head, she was starting to take shape and form.

"How?" Her voice said, and I could almost see her head tilted to the side.

"I don't know...yet." I told her.

While I had my eyes closed, focusing on Liberty, the sounds around me had faded.  When I opened them, I was horrified.

Even though the minister was still droning on, something about storing your treasures in heaven, most of the people in the audience were laughing at the boys. A couple of people had even taken out their phones and were recording the boys.

I could feel Liberty squirming inside of me, working herself up to a scream. I wasn't sure if I could hold my own screams back.

"I'll make them stop." I whispered, and I could feel Liberty's immediate response of gratitude overwhelm me.

I stood up.  Dena pulled at my arm. "What are you doing?" she hissed at me.

I tried to pull away from her arm.  I had to stop these idiots from making a mockery of Liberty.  I yanked my arm as hard as I could, forcing Dena to let go,  I stumbled into the aisle.

I heard several gasps, and thought people were reacting to me, when I turned towards the boys.

James, the quarterback, the one that had saved Liberty was looming over them.  His face was inches from theirs and he was whispering.  Even though his voice was low, you could see by the way his jaw was working that he was barely containing the rage he felt.

One of the boys said loudly, "Dude, chill out."

The giggles that started to spread were cut off sharply as James grabbed the boy by the throat and physically lifted him from the seat.

"Get the hell out of here. Now." He growled at him.  James dropped the boy and wiped his hands on his pants as if to get rid of dirt.

The boy lay panting where he was for a minute, then he motioned for his friends, who helped him up and walked out of the chapel.

James turned, and started to walk back to his seat.  When he came close to me, he looked into my eyes for a long moment.

"You can sit down now, they won't be coming back." He said, putting a gentle hand on my arm.

For a brief moment, I wasn't sure which one of us he was talking to.

Today's words were really simple to work in, but my gosh it was hard to figure out where I was going.  I felt really strongly as I started to write the scene that surely Elizabeth wasn't the only jerk in town.  It felt right to have James, the one that fished Liberty out of the pond, to be the champion of the moment.

I think he's going to be very important to the story as it goes on.


Deborah said...

Really well written and great to hear your thoughts on how you're writing it, look forward to more!

Thom Gabrukiewicz said...

I wonder how and how much James is going to play into this. Very interesting how you moved this along this week.

pia said...

Loved the ending and am looking forward to reading more

Jasmin said...

Even though I haven't read previous installments, you had me hooked by the intensity of this scene. Great writing!

gautami tripathy said...

I gotta read more from you...

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Anonymous said...

Love it when a character asserts his/her role in the story.

faith said...

Good, I'm glad James stepped up!

Lexi said...

Ok I'm gonna do that blogfest thing but I couldn't figure out how I "signed up"...
By the way, I wanted to write fiction in my blog too, but I just can't get started. I haven't been able to start any fiction writing for quite a while now.

Witless Exposition said...

I'm really thankful for all the great feedback. I felt like I might be copping out having James step up, but it just felt like it was too soon for the big finish.

Lexi, you can sign up at the bottom of the Small Packages link. I'm really glad you're joining my little experiment.

3WW is a great way to work in some fiction on your blog. It's hard to start from scratch, and having the words as a jumping off point really helps.

Lexi said...

Hahaha you must have thought I was a complete moron... I'm blocking most scripts from my Firefox so I never saw the linkety thing last time. I had to approve your page twice to see it. So I've now signed up ;)

Witless Exposition said...

Lol, I had more faith in you, Lexi! Glad you figured out what was going on. Looking forward to seeing your post tomorrow.

Elana Johnson said...

Sometimes I feel like every word I write is a drop of blood. And then other people read them so fast, and I'm like, "I agonized over those!"

Great story!

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