The New Beginnings Blogfest is hosted by Summer @ My Inner Fairy. Happy Birthday, Summer! The idea is to take the ending line of something you’ve written then write a brand new opening line for a project you haven’t started yet (or are just planning).
The ending line is from a short story I wrote six years ago (yikes!) called “The Wind Maiden”. For those of you keeping score, you that’s the name of the novel I’m querying. I let a bunch of people read it and they all suggested I try expanding it. I did, and now my little short short story is a 122K word novel.
Just a little setup: Thea is a seventeen-year-old track athlete who finds herself in the middle of an interplanetary war on her home planet. After the resistance cell is ambushed, she decides to help, using the only thing she has: her gift of speed.
The beginning sentence belongs to a vague, unformed desire I’ve had for a little while to do something dystopian-esque. I know dystopias have been done to death, but the idea of getting to make up my own future history brings out the nerd in me. I have no details, but this sentence came to me a few days ago. Maybe it’s a character wanting her story told.
She looked off into the east, tightened the laces on her mother’s gift to her, and did what she was born to do: she ran.
I don’t care what the old folks say about me, but I was only seven when the world ended, you know; I just don’t remember it enough to miss it.