Writing Prompt and a Bit of My Novel!

Why hello! I haven’t had a chance to post since earlier this week, so I will be posting a quick bit today and another writing prompt tomorrow. I have been finishing up edits (Chapter 14 of 19! WOO!) so I haven’t had much time to post here. Enjoy! 🙂

Writing Prompt

 

And here are the first 2 paragraphs from Chapter 1 of Purpose. Stay tuned for it’s release THIS Summer!

     Dim, hazy lanterns lined the steel walls of the massive, single-room building. Smoke billowed and stuck to its high ceilings. The source, small fires underneath boiling pots of food. At the door, a line of people waited to be served their second and final meal of the day. Both the cooks and their hungry patrons were clad in mismatched ragged clothing. Dust and mud-caked figures carrying small knives and blades, grabbed their stomachs and licked their lips as they neared their dinner. These people, who called themselves Rovers, were farmers who worked tirelessly through the day. Next to the queue stood a bar. Glass bottles of different shapes and sizes brimming with clear alcohol, lined the warped wood. A few of them laughed loudly in a slurred, drunken stupor. Their kin paid them no attention. Merchants bartered with one another for clothing and supplies around the edge of the room. It was hard to believe that this was once a large, boisterous town. Today, the population filled only half of the hall. Enslavement, murder, and famine had plagued the colony for over a decade. Now, everyone spent their days living in fear of when the Gangs would strike next.

     In an unoccupied corner, at a lone table, sat a young woman. She was silent. A hood concealed her face as she ate.  The Rovers did not pay her any attention. The wide berth they gave her was intentional, not out of fear, but respect. She preferred to be alone, but was listening to the voices around her, studying the formation of vegetables in her soup, when they came bursting through the door. Two gunshots rang through the food hall. The murmur of voices silenced. Small children whimpered. Each bullet had met its mark in the body of two innocent men, killing one instantly, and leaving the other writhing in pain. And yet, the woman in the corner did not stir.

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