Here's the rough draft for the beginning on my short story. I don't know what the name of the short story is called, figuring out names is hard when writing a story. I haven't
started writing the story yet. I'm waiting for National Novel Writing Month to actually start.
Iua screamed in pain.
“Help me!” she screamed. “Please help me!”
“I can’t…” George yelled. “I can’t do it! I just can’t!
We should’ve never married… this was a mistake… you’d… oh, Iua…”
Iua screamed again. “George… save me… save me… save the baby…” More screaming.
George couldn’t move, even if he
wanted to. He could slowly see Iua
paling, and he could see the terror in her eyes, and all he could do was watch
her. She was dying.
“I can’t help you, Iua,” George
breathed.
“The baby… save the baby…” Iua’s
breath was slowing. “You let me down…”
She started drifting away. Farther… farther… farther… now, nothing. Darkness.
George shot upright, sweating and
breathing heavy.
In, out, in, out, in…
He looked down at his right to his wife. She was asleep, peacefully asleep.
A
dream, he breathed. Of course, when
he breathed a huge puff of smoke sputtered out.
It almost freaked him out. Almost.
It had seemed so odd, his dream. When he breathed he hadn’t breathed smoke, or
fire, or lava. He just breathed…
normally. Like a human.
George sighed, releasing another puff
of smoke.
Human. HA!’
Of course he wasn’t a human. He was a dragon. A Byzantine Dragon, yes, a descendent from
the great Byzantine Empire!
George was glad of himself for that,
being a Byzantine Dragon instead of a Valoa Dragon. He hated them.
George looked down at his wife. Well,
not all of them.
George’s wife – Iua – was a Valoa
Dragon, before they’d met. They’d
instantly fell in love. Three months
later, they were engaged. No one knew,
of course, besides George, Iua, and Iua’s brother, Jishab.
They snuck out of their dragon camp at night to meet up. Every night for five months, and now Iua was
pregnant.
The color from George’s face drained
again. His dream. She was dying in childbirth. It had seemed so real.
His thoughts were interrupted by his
wife moaning.
She
looks so peaceful, he thought as he looked down at her, smiling.
His wife moaned again, a little
louder. Suddenly, her eyes popped open,
glaring up at George. The next few words
changed George’s life forever. “It’s
time.”
-That's just the rough draft, I'm hoping to make the beginning better, but the characters change from George to his sons soon.
