"Sinking Deep" Snippet: Chapter 1

LittleAspiringWriter
Jun 26, 2017
4 min read

I promise this is not me being lazy

Blog readers who love seeing the work made by your fellow writers, you are in luck because once again I am about to share with you (and everyone else) another snippet from my book "Sinking Deep" HURRAH!

Just in case you weren't aware, I had previously published another snippet (hence the word 'another') just last week for the prologue which also explains the history of this book, and if you hadn't already seen it, just copy and paste the link down below into your search engine and voila! The read and information is all yours!

Link- https://isaneprimlon.wixsite.com/aspiringwriterblog/single-post/2017/06/22/Sinking-Deep-Snippet-Intro

And to all of you that find that arduous, I can tell you that "Sinking Deep" is the first novel in the first trilogy I'm writing called "The Dreaming Chronicles."

For more information about it, Link to "The Dreaming Chronicle" page lies here!

https://isaneprimlon.wixsite.com/aspiringwriterblog/the-dreaming-chronicles

Anyways, now that that's over with time to get to the snippet! Hopefully you all enjoy (and perhaps get inspired) and if you'd like comment below! *******************************************************************

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I knew I was dreaming, and I should’ve been able to control it. But I couldn’t.

All I saw was purple-and I couldn't breathe.

The water tasted bitter, a contradiction to it’s appearance.

Every part of me was dying for oxygen and my lungs felt like they were going to collapse.

I clawed desperately towards the light that glinted on the surface, my feet thrashing.

My actions were supposed to draw me up. Instead I got further and further away from a breath. Every kick I executed, every time I flailed my arms towards the breaking of the thick liquid and into the cold air, I felt like I was being dragged down by a rope. No not rope, the line was too thin, it seemed too fragile, despite the cuts it was carving into my skin. No. . .it was a string.

I looked around frantically, like a lost child, my eyes taken over by an inky purple as they scattered and searched for some sort of escape.

I took a risk and looked down, when I felt that same string tug at my ankle.

My throat tightened.

Before I even noticed the dark abyss, I saw a net.

I knew it all too well. I’ve seen it before.

It was the net of a dreamcatcher.

It’s beads were brown and gray, it’s string a forbidding black.

The designs were intricate as always, the strings looping around each other creating swirls and flowers, but I was so focused on how powerful it looked, and how capable it was to trap me into it’s mouth, that I didn’t care to gape at it’s beauty.

In an instant I looked up the moment I saw black and red flicker in my vision.

My heart thrummed, my blood rushed.

I opened my mouth like the oxygen mocking me from above would be sucked in.

If only.

Soon enough I grew light-headed, then I heard voices.

I recognized them in an instant.

They were the same ones that spoke in my other dreams.

“She has to be stopped!” One whispered.

“Why is she doing this!?” Another yelled

“Make her stop this Etheldia!”

“All of us, all of them-want something from you!” One warned

“This is all your fault!”

“How could you allow this!?”

“Never expect a pleasant dream. Ever!”

“I will strangle you for this!”

“You will be hunted! You ARE being hunted!” “We’re coming for you!”

The voices grew.

It wasn’t long until I saw their blurry, disoriented faces form in front of my eyes.

Then their hands grabbed for me.

I choked on the thick, bitter water as I threshed my arms to defend myself.

I attempted to swim away, to push away the greedy fingers reaching for me.

I only got myself pulled deeper in.

The purple liquid closed in on me, the color grew darker.

My leg muscles tightened, my head pounding.

A warped silhouette snatched at me “We’re at war.” It hissed.

Another dove in after “Our world will perish!”

One flung its arms towards my cheeks “You let us suffer! Why!?” It cried.

“Your existence is unknown, but we the few that are aware of you, we will FIND you!”

My eyes went unfocused, as I’m tugged further down.

The voices that grew louder, the voices that made my ears ring, are suddenly submerged into murmurs when the scream of my stepmother echoed the ocean from outside the net.

I swerved my head, surveying the area to find her, any sign of her. But she wasn’t there. Only her shrieks.

Soon enough, stepmom’s scream was covered with her own voice that spoke the last words she had said to me before she fell into a coma.

“The good dreams easily pass through the holes between the intricate design, and slither down those colored feathers. Meanwhile the nightmares are caught and perished.”

I was tempted to cover my ears when her words turned back into wails, before my own mother’s shrieking joined in with my stepmom’s blood-curdling melody, accompanying hers.

I was too busy trying to scramble to the surface to try.

I was forced back down towards the net, when I attempted to climb up that invisible ladder.

Then my barefeet brushed against one of the beads on the net.

Suddenly the string began to burn.

My head tilted back, my desperation for the taste of air rising.

My thoughts screamed ‘I have to get out, I have to get out, I have to get out. Air. AIR! AIR!’

My heart grew heavy in my own chest.

‘You’re a bad dream Etheldia.’ A silhouette muttered. “You need to be perished.”

The disoriented faces closed in on me, their hands outstretching.

My mother and stepmom’s screams grew louder.

I’m forced down into the net.

My skin met fire.