Show Not Tell Crusader Challenge: In
you're scared and hungry
you think someone is following you
and just for fun, see if you can involve all five senses
AND include these random words: shimmer, saccadic, substance, and salt.
From below, the surface of the ocean shimmered. I knew I still had hours to wait, so I dove back down and into the depths of my cave. Since I didn’t go to school like most of the others my age, days took too long. I knew the job I’d been trained to do was important, more important than the whims I wished I could entertain. Still, after about 25 minutes, I swam back out, restless.
I dove deeper, so that the length of my body almost touched the sandy bottom of the ocean as I glided across it. Scanning it for a sign that food lurked, I swam for miles before catching the faint sweet scent of lemon. Plunging forward, it grew stronger. The blue tip stuck out of the sand. I grasped it, my arm the same grainy color as the mucky substance I dug it out of. The vine was short. Though disappointed, I sucked at the sour plant. The first taste of food in days, all it did was tease my tongue and stomach.
Bubbles passed me from behind. I flipped around. Nothing showed to have created them. I pushed off the ground and hurtled through the water toward home. Twice I circled back. Still, nobody followed. More bubbles and the faint sound of swishing water led me to believe otherwise. Once home, I lay on the gray ledge that surrounded my cave room and rubbed at my skin, watching it turn from deep blue to slate. Hidden, I waited. I’d ignored the rumbling of my hollow stomach for two days. Now, however, it would give me away. Slowly I turned my eyes upward. I couldn’t see far enough to know whether or not the sun had begun to set, but enough time had passed, that I knew I needed to begin my mission.
Regardless if someone followed me or not, I pushed off the ledge and swam toward the surface. Minutes later, I could tell that the fall sky had already begun to darken. I emerged and crawled behind the rock, crouching for only a moment while my body transformed. I scrubbed at the salt on my tan skin with a towel and slipped into the clothes that had been placed there for me. Sneaking out, I glanced around, knowing my movements were so quick that to any human who tried to fix their eyes on me, I would be nothing more than a saccadic suppression.
our S book (Stieg Larsson)
our Q book since christy forgot
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(sorry, i haven't read it!)