Tuesday, April 13, 2010
WIP Wednesday! Help me with my first page?
Okay. I'm going to be brave and post my first page of my WIP. (Which is now at 45,513 words *applause for me*) I was inspired by the first page blogfest last week, and I know you guys will tell me how it is and not in a mean way, right? *cringes*
Here it is:
The escape pod hurtled through space as if it fled the event horizon of a dying star. Aries clutched the handlebars of her seat, her sweaty palms slipping on the cold metal. She could feel freedom flowing all around her and inside her as well, coursing through her veins like she drank liquid fire.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she hollered, her voice resonating inside the small compartment. The primal call released raging emotions held back from years of silence. Many times she thought she’d implode from the pressure, but instead she schemed, plotting the day of her departure down to the last water bottle. As the spell dissipated, she opened her eyes and peered up at the stars as they blurred into streaks of shimmering light.
She’d have at least three hours before the ceremony ended, and they came looking for her. Her shipmates would check her cell first and then activate her locator. When they realized that she wasn’t on board, they’d stop the ship and count the escape pods. By then, the Ark would be a parsec away.
Aries wondered if they’d come back. Giddiness bubbled in her throat with the thought of the ship coursing away without her. But she knew better. They’d turned the Ark around before, and knowing Lieutenant Barliss, he’d have it no other way.
The orange hulk of Sahara 354 claimed the horizon like a distant dream. Her eyes soaked in the sight of the small, forgotten planet, like the first time she laid her eyes upon pictures of old Earth. Although it was a bleak desert, inhabited by lizards and other primal homo sapiens, to Aries it was a haven. Her own ceremony loomed a month away. Guilt seeped in, and Aries swallowed it back. Feeling sorry for those closed-minded pragmatists would only bog her down. Besides, they never asked her what she wanted.
Blue and red lights flashed on the panel in front of her, warning her of the change in trajectory as the pod entered the planet’s pull of gravity. Aries shut off the main thrusters and allowed the vessel to be pulled into orbit. She glided in space, figuring new coordinates for her entry into the atmosphere. Completing a full scan of the surface, she searched for any signs of resources or life. Although she had enough food and water for days, it would be useless if no further sustenance could be found.
Time ticked away, seconds that she knew she didn’t have. The Ark traveled much faster than an escape pod, and she needed time to fake her own death and disappear. But Sahara 354 was a vast wasteland with small pockets of water and plant life. If she didn’t choose her landing spot wisely, she’d be plummeting to her own demise.