I’m sorry it’s been so long. I’ve been swamped with work and school. 😦 I looked at the date on the previous Music Writing Challenge, and it was posted more than a month ago. The one I’m responding to–the second one–is more than five months old. Oops.
Bear in mind, all of the previous Music Writing Challenges are still open, should you wish to send in stories! And hey, at least we got an interesting short story out of it!
This story is written with a few characters from a prospective novel idea I’ve been tossing around for a while. If you want to know more, tell me in the comments, but I’m not sure if anyone would be interested in hearing about it…
Enjoy the tale! 😉
A cold gust of wind blew past Emrys’ face, and he drew his coat tighter against the chill. The summer weather had lasted so long. Could it be that the spell that held them all here was finally breaking down?
Emrys raced towards the square. It was as if he was running into another world. Coreyville from the distant past stared back at him, a Western town, its dust rimed with snow. Emrys whirled around, and an Indian village stared back at him, and a Victorian town, reminiscent of London in the movie adaptions of “A Christmas Carol.” Vague glimpses of a futuristic city caught his eye, half-guessed outlines in the streaming light. It was too bright.
Something was wrong.
Ermys didn’t know where he was running to, to get help or to face the storm. A sharp prick to his shoulder snatched his attention, and he reached over his shoulder to snatch the offending object.
A hypodermic dart?
Suddenly he felt dizzy. The world was fuzzy, graying. As he slumped to the ground, the last thing he heard was, “Sir—we found him.”