Rachael Harrie's platform building Crusade has been amazing and I'm sad to see it come to an end. I made many new blogger friends and will continue to visit all their fantastical blogs. There are many talanted people out there doing wonderful things!
The final challange is here and this is what we have to do.
Show Not Tell Crusader Challenge: In 300 words or less, write a passage (it can be an excerpt from your WIP, flash fiction, a poem, or any other writing) that shows (rather than tells) the following:
You're scared and hungry
You think someone is following you
And just for fun, see if you can involve all five senses AND include these random words: shimmer, saccadic, substance, and salt.
Phew! I know crazy, right? I'm always up for a good challange though, so here goes it.
The Hunted Doe
I know where I will hide if I can only get there. Thin branches whip across my cold face as I run faster through dense brush. Everything is a blur and the distant ocean breeze rustles my fur.
The crunch of dead leaves is getting louder behind me sending my heart thundering.
Acid churns in my empty stomach, but I refuse to acknowledge it. All I can think about is being caught if something is really following me—hunting me.
The setting sun shimmers off the ocean in a distance, an ocean I hope to see again if I survive the next couple of minutes. But I need the safety of the forest now. I continue to run as salt in the thick air burns my parched throat. I swallow, but it doesn’t help ease the fire.
I knew leaving the forest at dusk was dangerous, but I had to take the chance of getting to the lush grass next to the sand dunes. It’s a good substance, but I never got to taste its sweetness today.
The low grunting is getting further away and I slow down. My hooves sink into the soft earth. The saccadic movement in my eye stops and my hiding spot comes into focus.
My ears move to the sound of loud footsteps to my right. My body twists and I leap off the ground as I bolt toward the thickest part of the brush—my hiding spot.
I push through it going further away from the hunter. He won’t get me today. My heart slows and my lips find dry grass. It will have to do.
I can try again when the sun shines bright. I need to eat more for the growing baby in my belly.