I started a 100 day challenge where I am studying 100 author's voices, of whom's books I really loved. So after choosing who I'd study, I chose a snippet from the book of the author who I was studying and then took what I learned from that snippet and applied it to my own writing.
Today, I studied Dan Wells short story (which I loved so much) I.E. Demon.
Some things I really love about Dan Well's writing style:
How descriptive he is. You feel like you're there.
His writing is so vivid. You feel like you can hear and see it all.
So I attempted to add more of that to what I've written below.
My heart pounded inside my chest so loudly that it echoed in my ears. I could almost taste blood. I got this sneaking suspicion that they were close behind me and I didn’t want to look behind, but couldn’t help it. I know that’s always the moment in the scary movies where the people watching scream, “No!!! Don’t look! Just keep running.” I glanced over my shoulder and didn’t see anything, but I could feel their presence. It was a spirit of terror. As I turned back in the direction I was running I stumbled on a root from a tree that had surfaced the sandy desert ground. My feet were burning from running in the black sand. It was hot, which seemed odd because it wasn’t day. I pushed myself up to my feet and dashed forward.
The things that were following me were very short, about 2-4 feet tall, but resembled wrinkly toads. It disgusted me to my core. I could hear them yelling and speaking in a garbled speech which was foreign to my ears. If I could hear them, they weren’t far behind. Sometimes you could see them and other times you couldn’t. I feared they’d catch up to me again and overwhelm me. They wanted to hurt me. I could feel it.
That’s when I saw the door up on a dune. It was a plain wooden door frame with chipped paint. It could have used a coat of paint, but a bright light expelled from the opening of the door. I just new I had to get there. I’d be safe.
I can't wait to share more of this story with you all.