Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.
Hermann pulls his satchel from its hiding place. He packs a pouch of roasted nuts and a whistle carved from ash. He slings his waterskin across his chest. When he looks up, Newt is standing in the doorway, a gentle smile on his face, a stone-bladed knife in his belt. The forest is unfamiliar at night—unsafe.
“Are you ready?”
Hermann nods. He takes the hand that Newt offers, and stands.
oh ho ho I am 10000% taking the cheater’s way out this week. if this excerpt sounds familiar, that’s because I’ve already posted it. I posted an earlier draft on august 10th. but see, I’m doing an ~~~artistic thing~~~ I’m showing it to you again at a much later stage of the editing process to demonstrate how my writing evolves over multiple drafts~~~~~ yes this was totally an intentional sharing-of-the-writing-process thing and had nothing to do with the fact that I am struggling with this fic and have little else to be proud of right now [COUGHS LOUDLY]
anyway, this is woodland!herm, which is basically fantasy au in a forest involving filtered moonlight, rotting logs, and kaiju lurking in shadows. I’m very fond of it, but man, it’s fighting me.