This month I’m participating in Deana Barnhart’s “Gearin’ Up to Get an Agent” Blogfest (to learn more visit http://deanabarnhartblogspot.com) This week’s assignment is to continue a story chain that started at 5am today and will continue until 8am tomorrow! Below you’ll find the link to the writer that posted before me, my continuation, then the writer that continued what I wrote. It is cool to see what each talented writer brings to the story! The full collaboration will be posted tomorrow at Deana's site, linked above.
Chain link before my entry: http://jamieayres.wordpress.com/
My assignment: Take the previous post and continue building tension toward the crisis.Your words are: type, blood, jacked up
Dio wondered if the blue ghost was influencing her emotions. Sad thoughts filled her head about death, sickness, and starving animals.
Roddern spoke to the ghost, that floated between the two of them. Dio couldn't understand a word Roddern was saying.
"What language are you speaking?" she said, interrupting him.
The ghost turned to her, looking more like a vision of her father now rather than an indistinguishable blue figure.
Dio took a step back. "What type of trickery is this?"
"This isn't a trick. Your parents are here, Dio. Your father's ghost can only speak the language of the dead, which I'm fluent in. Your mother sent him here to make sure you were safe."
"You're fluent in dead?" She asked, looking at Roddern like he was jacked up on something.
"It's in my blood," Roddern said.
Dio didn't know how to respond. Her world was turning stranger and stranger. The floating spectacle that looked every bit like her father gave her a sad smile. Her heart softened and she took a deep breath. "Can you ask him why my mother didn't come too?"
"I already know the answer," Roddern said.
He came closer to Dio and looked at his feet before meeting her gaze. "You're mother couldn't come...because she is trapped."
Continued at: http://lorariverainsidewriting.blogspot.com/