Tidbit for Story #1!
Added 2016-07-31 18:34:15 +0000 UTCI thought I'd share a little tidbit from the draft (unedited) of the first story. Reminder that first payment goes out of your account tomorrow and the story will be posted by the 15th. I'm so excited about this, guys! Thanks for being my supporters.
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A thick padlock stood between me and the kennel. Of course, I didn’t have the key. It wasn’t my kennel. And from the muffled crashes coming from the cabin, now was not a good time to go search. Wuf sat next to me, a solid and weighty mass now that he was getting fed regularly. I guess since you could no longer count my ribs on sight, the same could be said about me. We were both rehabbed strays and we were learning, but I wasn’t learning fast enough.
Wuf tilted his head his deep black eyes meeting mine in question. I don’t know how to explain it—he doesn’t talk to me. Not like Steve talks to Lena, but we still
seem to understand each other.
I shake my head at him. “I can’t pick it. It’s a combination lock—no key.” Lena
had been teaching me how to pick most basic locks. Not the usual education most
people my age are getting. If I was still home in Illinois, I’d probably be
failing Algebra by now. I preferred picking locks.
There was a great crash behind me and I turned to see someone falling through a broken glass door. The man rolled, coming to his feet and running. I could have told him to not bother, but I’m sure he wouldn’t listen. They never do. But
Lena always wins. She followed closely behind, slowing so she could duck
carefully out the window. Once on the ground she paused, watching the man run,
one hand on her hip, the other wrapped around a wicked looking spear...
