Today starts the Power of Tension Blogfest hosted by Cally Jackson and Rachel Morgan.
1. Give an excerpt (up to 300 words) from your manuscript or recently completed work (or just a random scene) that just drips with tension and will tie us up in knots wanting to know more. It doesn’t matter what the piece is about, as long as it screams tension.
2. Go to either Cally or Rachel's blogs (follow links above) and add a DIRECT link to your blogfest post to Mr. Linky by midnight on the 27th.
3. Be polite, read other entries, make constructive and polite comments.
4. Return to their blogs on June 2nd to see the top six entries. Did I mention there are prizes?
Ok, I struggled to pick something for this. Mainly because my tension is spread out in a slow build throughout Sendek--and most of my other stories. All the sections that move the tension up just a notch don't seem like much out of context. *sigh* Well, that could be ok, I don't know.
Can I cheat and give you two 300 word clips?
Scene 1 from Sendek--
"I'm glad I found you." Shishali walked toward me with the grace of a cat on the prowl. "Nothing to say?"
I found it hard to swallow as her lips curled back to reveal the dagger sharp teeth. When I did swallow, my mind pulled away from my body, leaving me numb but freeing my voice.
"Not really." I shrugged.
"Too bad. I plan to kill you slowly for what you did to Nysyk." She circled me so I turned with her to keep her in my sights.
"I don't know what you’re talking about."
"I found him in a canyon in the mountains. How did you do it? You don’t look strong enough." Her head tilted to the side as she talked.
Understanding dawned. "I didn't."
She made two complete circles and I felt dizzy. I almost wished she would get it over with, because I knew I would never be able to fight her. As if she read my mind, she stepped in closer, towering a foot and a half over me.
The sweat trickled down the back of my neck, cooling in the breeze until a shiver moved through me.
Time slowed as I watched her taloned hand reach out and slice through my left side. A gasp escaped my lips as the pain shot through me. I clutched my side and the warm blood made my fingers sticky.
I pulled energy from the trees to stop the bleeding. Shishali's eyes narrowed, her jaw twitched, then she growled as she watched my wounds heal.
"I wonder how long you can do that before you are too weak. Let's have a little fun and find out."
And scene 2 is from a 1st draft (so the dialogue is stinky) section of Faerie Wings--
The doorbell woke me. 2:52 am. Heather had better be in real trouble to wake me at this time. I tossed the covers aside and padded my way to the front door as she rang the bell over and over.
"Heather, stop already. I'm coming." I removed the chain, turned the deadbolt and opened the door.
Strong arms grabbed me, spun me around and pinned my arms to my side. Someone else shoved a cloth bag over my head.
"Scream and we will kill you." A gruff voice rumbled by my ear.
I hadn't even thought of screaming. They dragged me down my steps and pushed me into a car. It didn't feel like a big car, as I hit the far side as soon as I was in. My knees rested against the seat in front of me. One of the guys got in beside me, making things feel even more cramped. I heard the front door close and the sway of motion as we pulled away from my house.
My heart pounded. I took shallow breaths as the air in the bag warmed. My hands were still free and I tried to lift the bag desperate for air.
"Oh, no you don't." A voice growled by my ear.
He grabbed my hands and crushed me against the car door as he pulled my arms behind me. A strong cord was wrapped around them until my fingers went numb.