[Williamlk]

This is the opening from my new novella. I haven't quite finished it yet. Just starting the rewrite phase.

(This is the current rewrite of the opening.)


“The more we exploit nature, The more are options are reduced, until we have only one: to fight for survival.”
~Morris K. Udall

Becki felt herself screaming, but only heard a whisper against the chaos surrounding her. Digging her fingernails tightly into the bark of the tree she held, she knew her consciousness was wavering.

With the wind howling, dust shifting, debris flying, she could barely make out his form. Caught in the devastation of this universal rage, Richard was indeed still alive.

The wind yanked him back and forth. His body rocked violently from the tiny pieces of rubble relentlessly smashing into him. He tried desperately to lock eyes with her, he could not.

They were only just beginning to regain consciousness from their drug induced slumber, and now this.