It’s time to SHARE what you’re working on!
The rules are pretty simple, if you want to play along.
Just share up to 500 words in the comments from something you’ve been working on.
Its hard to share what I’ve been working on this week when all the stories have been sent out pending publication. To either be accepted or rejected.
So, instead, I’m sharing a snippet from the same universe as the one I shared last week. This takes place during Dragonsblood. Just prior to Queen Mab being killed.
*The asylum is modelled off Kew Asylum in Melbourne, Australia.
Ash put the key into the lock and turned the key. The locking mechanism turned with an audible click and the door was opened. Twisting the doorknob Ash throws open the main doors.
I step over the threshold and shove my emotions aside. Being back at Wellesmere wasn’t my idea of fun and if there had been any other alternative I would have gladly taken it, but Wellesmere was the only place with enough rooms and living space to house everyone.
“Ever think in a million years we’d see the inside of this place again Scarlett?” Ava asked.
I shook my head. “Nope.”
Walking inside, I can’t help but notice the fine layer of dust which coats the wooden floor boards, my shoe prints can be seen making a trail behind me. “Welcome to Wellesmere. Originally home to the mentally insane, it once moonlighted as a juvenile detention centre in lieu of a mystical holding cell for yours truly. I’d give you the history of the building as Sister Bernadette told it to me but frankly, I tuned her out within the first five minutes.”
“You lived here?” Ella asked stepping across the threshold.
I shrugged. “Three years off and on.”
“And you’re sure they won’t think to look for us here?” Mordecai asked.
“I can’t say for certain what they’ll do,” I said. “But, this place is a far better alternative than Cornwall.”
“Is it?” Emrys asked. “Because Tintagel seems really good right about now. The place is legendary.”
“And old, really old,” Robin put in. “No offence Sorcha.”
Sorcha Donovan snorted, clearly displeased. Tintagel, according to Zooey, was her grandmother’s ancestral home.
So, what are you waiting for? Bring out your WIP for WIP Wednesday!