I know I know, yesterday was a bit of a cheat and a flake, I promise I am SO MUCH better than that. Today marks two thirds of this challenge done, and apart from my two (okay three but I made up for one of them) little blunders I think I've done pretty well wouldn't you say? Today is about action, something I absolutely love so let me get to the prompt and see what I can muster up for you all.
It's also amazing to know I've finished the Exploring Genre section. Now we are going to move into Surveying Scenes. First up? Action scenes.
Write a short scene that is mostly action (though not necessarily physical conflict).
Oftentimes, authors must write scenes where very little dialogue occurs. The key to writing these scenes with success is to focus on breaking up lengthy paragraphs so that your readers won't get bored. Do this by including small snippets of pertinent dialogue or by giving an important line a paragraph of its own.
I could feel the panic starting to set in but I knew I couldn't let it take over or I would be stuck in this car, alone. Fumbling at the side of my chair I almost convinced myself that the seatbelt holder was broken and not releasing, slamming my thumb onto the button multiple times didn't do anything until the final time I held it there a few second longer.
Crashing down onto the roof of the car I felt the warmth of blood on my shoulder, the shattered glass had obviously sliced through my shirt and cut my neck. Another problem had arisen as the adrenaline started to coarse through my veins, my foot was trapped and I couldn't get out of the car. I was grateful to be free from the seatbelt but now the pain in my foot was getting greater, in my twisted position there was nothing more that could be done, other than to prise my foot out of it's squished state.
Using up the last of my strength I tried to pull myself away from the wreckage of the car. Pain spread through me like a disease, I wasn't getting out of this one. It was only when I stopped trying to pull myself out that I looked out onto the road. There was another car stopped just a few meters down the road with it's lights off. Looking to my right legs came around the car and stood in front of me, my heart jumped at the sight of another person.
"I think it's time we get you out of there," said the female voice above me. I knew that voice, and I knew in that moment this was going to hurt more than my leg.
Not really sure that was action, I suppose I could have the car blow up next in the scene? What do you guys think? What would happen next in my story? Let me know in the comments
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