Eight Sentences: Zeelia (3)

Heavy, wet-red air flooded her lungs. Freefall. She looked down upon a riot of pungent plant-life that nearly overwhelmed the massively gnarled roots of gigantic scarlet-barked trees. She fell through a vast cathedral forest. Fronds and ferns, mossy-clumps and peculiar bumps; she clutched at branches, stems and runners, anything to arrest her plummet. Scalehounds howled mournfully behind her. Above her. She laughed--then she hit the dirt.

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The Weekend Writing Warriors site sponsors a round of 8-sentence excerpts every weekend. Zeelia (1) was my first 8-sentence except and has become a regular weekly feature here at my blog. There is a new Linky-list at Weekend Writing Warriors for everyone participating in the blog-hop each weekend. Be sure to check out some of the other writers!


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