I'm so close to finishing the 3rd draft/major beta edit on this WIP, so I'm eating, sleeping and breathing The Brightest Fell at the moment. To put my 'lucky seven' into context, Luke is driving through the woods, passing the place where he and his friends were violently abducted. To put it simply, he's not that chilled out about it.
Here's the rules of the Lucky Seven Meme:
1) Go to page 77 of your current MS
2) Go to line 7
3) Copy down the next 7 lines as they're written--no cheating
4) Tag 7 other writers
5) Let them know
My seven lines aren't brilliant, they need work, but here they are:
Luke tried to breathe, tried to keep control.
He felt the prickle of sweat on his neck, and dug his nails into his palms, the pain bringing him back to reality. They were nearly there, the car weaving slightly as Hetty ignored the road, her eyes only on him. Just one more corner and they would be safe.
The cars in front stopped, engines cutting off into silence, and Luke’s heart started to pound. What was happening? The light at the end of the black tunnel of trees grew dimmer, and he felt the heavy air choking him, suffocating him.
And the seven people I'm tagging are:
Sara from Babbling Flow
Eve at Functioning Insanity
Tia at Falling For Books
The peeps at Paper Hangover
Jaybird at Bird's Nest