OMG! So so so…I got reinspired. I’m writing again! I wrote a grand total of…(wait for it)…1800+ words today, in just over 3 pages. I’m kind of worried about the characters internally monologuing to an extreme. Hmm. At any rate, it’ll get faster and I can always cut it down later if I feel like it’s too much. For right now, I’m just excited to be writing again.
I bet you wanna read an excerpt, right? No, no you don’t. You probably don’t care. And if that’s the case, then you can just stop reading now and move on because I’m going to put an excerpt here. (Small excerpt. I’m just so excited, you know?!)
Out of the blue, the office door burst open. Miriam turned, her eyes wide with shock, just in time to see Evelyn slam the door shut and bar it shut with her body.
Evelyn was the head waitress for a reason. The woman had a cold stare that could make rhinos turn in fear. It was Evelyn Miriam trusted to deal with the most difficult of customers, in whichever way Evelyn saw fit. Evelyn was one of the most down-to-earth, no-nonsense people Miriam had come across. And yet, Evelyn stood before Miriam, with trembling features and running mascara, clearly terrified. Miriam studied the head waitress for a moment before she picked up the phone. The urgently whispered numbers, “9-1-1,” had hardly left Evelyn’s mouth when Miriam punched the three numbers into the phone.
Miriam had no idea what was going on. The office was in the back of the restaurant, behind the kitchens. Often times, the cooks made enough noise to completely cover whatever noise was made in the main room. Plates had been dropped, yelling had ensued and as long as it stayed in the main room, Miriam hadn’t a clue. But if Evelyn was this scared, this terrified…Miriam shuddered as the feeling of dread grew deep within her stomach.
Miriam only had enough time to realize that the kitchens were mysteriously silent before three things happened, almost instantaneously.
The first thing was that the woman at the 911 call center came on, just in time to hear the second thing: the sound of a gunshot, and a man’s voice screaming out, “I better be able to see you in five seconds, or you’re going to see a lot more of this young lady than you ever wanted to!”
So, that’s the story. (Any edits or comments you want to make are welcome.) Well, obviously, it’s not the entire story, just part of it.
I can’t tell you too much more about the story, only that it’s about this guy who comes in and takes an entire restaurant hostage. It’s intensely psychological and, well…it’s just intense. If you couldn’t catch on to that.
At any rate, I’m excited. 😀 1800+ words! Yay!