Robin Meeks

Glorifying God With My Writing

Category: Writing Snippets

3-Year Anniversary of My First Novel + A Snippet

Hello, friends, and happy Valentine’s day!

Today is a special anniversary for me- three years ago today, I started Never Forget, my first “big” writing project!

To celebrate this little anniversary, I thought I’d give you guys some updates on the book and a snippet. As mentioned in a previous post, I haven’t been working on Never Forget much recently, but I hope to work on it more in the near future. I may write the next draft for NaNoWriMo 2019.

Amber Rose Harris, the main character, is the most well-developed and most-loved character I’ve ever created. Amber is an autistic savant (this means that she has really strong abilities in some areas, in her case with numbers) with synesthesia (causes senses to be perceived as a different sense, like light as sound and words as colors) and several other mental conditions. Amber was in a car crash as a child that killed her mother and sister and resulted in the traumatic brain injury that caused her conditions. She has an incredible memory and is a genius with numbers.


The story focuses on Amber trying to overcome her fear and hatred of her father, whose drunk driving caused the car crash and killed her mother and sister. After years of not seeing her father, he shows up at her adopted parents’ home with news: Amber’s sister Evianna is still alive.

I need to do a lot of planning and plotting before I can do much more with this book, so that’s what I’ll be working on in the future.

But for today, here’s a scene I wrote recently that may become the first scene of the book. Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!


Possible First Scene – Never Forget

It was raining. A twenty-six day.

Amber watched the raindrops blow against the glass for a moment before pulling the curtains closed.

She would not be going to school today. She never left the house on twenty-six days.

She straightened the curtains before turning away. No, she would not let her mind take control this time. She refused.

A scene flashed before her eyes, quick as a heartbeat, of a car window scattered with raindrops. Amber flinched and bit her lip. No, no, no.

Blinding lights. A stretcher, a crushed car, and rain. The number twenty-six.

Amber clenched and unclenched her fists and set to straightening up her room to distract herself. Smooth the sheets, straighten the books on the bookshelf that she never read, wipe off the desktop. She tried not to face the window.

She sighed. It was going to be a long day.


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‘Never Forget’ Snippet #2 – Intro

Hello, everyone! It’s been over a month since I’ve posted anything… whoops. So, I decided to give you guys another snippet of my book- this time it is the very beginning. So here you go!

 

I run a hand down the photograph- worn and fingerprinted from constant touching. My hand lingers on my parents’ faces. They stand on a beautiful beach, a gentle breeze rippling their hair. My mother’s waist-long, almost black hair and coffee-with-milk colored skin tone show her Hispanic roots, while my dad’s chocolate-colored hair, blue eyes, and sand-colored skin offer a stark contrast. My mother holds my baby sister- Evianna Noelle. Her entrancing hazel eyes seem to sparkle in the evening sun. 2-year-old me stands in front of my dad, clutching onto his strong hand. I close my eyes and try to dig up a memory from that night on September 19th: I feel the sand between my toes, I hear the water lapping onto the shore, I see an image of my parents’ faces. I sigh and open my eyes, focusing on the photo again. They look so- peaceful. You would never have guessed that all three of them would be killed mere weeks later.

I fall back onto my bed, still holding the photo. A memory from the tragic crash returns to me- a blurry image of the roof of an ambulance, a wailing siren, a phantom feeling of pain, a vague sense of fear…

“Amber, you need to get going! What are you doing?” I hear a voice call from downstairs. I snap out of my memories, shoot up from the bed, and hastily grab my backpack.

I Will Write – a poem

I tiptoe towards the desk

Evening sun casting beams against the carpet

I sit, giddy, in my seat

Chai tea in my mug

I open my laptop.

I rest my fingers on the familiar keys

Drawing a deep breath

Letting it out-

 

And then I write.

I write until I’m gasping for breath

Too engrossed to even breathe

Until the tea bag in my mug is cold

I write until the sun is far past the horizon

And my eyes are burning

I write until my fingers are cramping

And my tongue is dry

And my stomach rumbles.

 

I write.

And I will keep writing.

I will keep writing until the world understands.

I will write.

 

‘Never Forget’ Snippet #1 – Sandwich

This is a snippet from the book I am planning on publishing one day, titled “Never Forget”.

 

“Hello-o, Amber,” Kara says, waving her hand back and forth in my face. I gaze at her blankly for a moment before realizing what she said. “One of these days I’m going to give you a Sharpie mustache or something and you’d never even notice.”

“Ha, ha,” I reply. I look down at the picnic table, ready to grab my pepperoni and mozzarella sandwich, but all I see is an empty Ziploc bag. “Hey, where’d it-” Kara snorts and covers her mouth with her hand, hiding something behind her back. “Oh, you sneaky little monster,” I say, desperately trying to reach my sandwich.  

“That was way too easy,” she says between giggles, handing me my sandwich. I slap her hand playfully.

Raid at Lindisfarne – A Short Story

This is a short story I wrote for school a little while ago, based on the very first Viking raid.

 

“A beautiful day, isn’t it, Eli?” I looked up from my studies and gazed out the window. The beautiful sea rippled gently, sending barely cresting waves onto the shore. The sea reflected an orange, early-morning sun.

“Yes, quite beautiful, Aaron. The Lord is good to show us such beauty in His creation,” I replied.

“Indeed.” Aaron studied the scenery for a moment. “Eli, have you seen a boat like that before?” Aaron pointed out a small boat on the horizon, barely close enough to tell it was a boat. The shape of it was odd, however; nothing like the boats normally spotted around the monastery.

“No, I have not. I assume it is just a fishing boat.”

“Perhaps, but I have an odd feeling about it.” Aaron stroked his chin thoughtfully.

“I am sure it is nothing. Don’t worry yourself, Aaron.” After a moment, Aaron nodded and left to go back to his studies. I resumed my work, concentrating on copying the material without a mistake.

I was concentrating so hard I barely noticed the odd ship land on the shore a few minutes later. I stopped my work to have a quick break and saw it out of the corner of my eye. A boat unlike any I had ever seen perched on the shore. A huge dragon head was carved into the front of the boat, mouth open in a menacing snarl. Dozens of men poured out of the boat, all armed with axes, daggers and other weapons. They rushed up the grassy slope, straight for the monastery!

“There are armed men coming this way!” I cried, leaping up from my chair. I ran into the hallway, yelling warnings all the way.

“Eli! What is it?” Aaron grabbed my shoulders and looked at me in the eye.

“A boat full of armed men stopped on the shore. They’re running this way! Hurry!” Aaron’s eyes widened and he ran to warn the others. That’s when I heard a scream and plodding footsteps. One of the men appeared around the corner, holding his ax, ready to strike.

Heart pounding, I ran as fast as I could. I heard him behind me, but I was pretty far ahead of him. I took a sharp left, not really knowing where I would end up. Unfortunately, in my haste, I forgot that that hallway ended with a dead end with no escape except for the window.

The window!

Hearing the footsteps get louder behind me, I quickly scanned what was below the window. Thankfully, it was not a very high window, and that part of the building was right next to the ocean, so close that waves crashed gently against the stone wall. Not having anywhere else to go, I climbed to the windowsill and jumped.

Splash!

I have never enjoyed swimming, especially not wearing a robe, and especially not after jumping from a window escaping a maniac with an ax. But I had no other choice. I pumped my arms, trying to get far away from the monastery and the odd dragon boat. When I was satisfied that I was far enough away, I swam to the shore. I slumped to the sand and observed the scene.

The men were running all over the place, gathering anything worth money in the building and bringing it to their ship. The monastery was being destroyed. Many were dead. I covered my mouth to stifle a gasp.

Trying to think clearly, I stumbled towards a huge rock. I was pretty far away, but I could still be seen, so I hoped that the rock would offer some protection. I plopped in the sand behind the rock and prayed.

Several minutes later, I heard fast footsteps. Was it another maniac with an ax? I held my breath.

Aaron came around the corner! “Aaron!” I called. Aaron spotted me behind the rock. His face lit up with relief.

“I couldn’t find you, Eli!” he said, joining me in my hiding place. His relieved expression changed to sorrow. “I feared the worst. Many people have died. I thought I was the only one who survived!” His eyebrows pulled together in concern. “I guess we should stay here until we’re sure it’s safe.” I nodded. We huddled together until we saw the boat float away, taking all of our wealth and hard work with it.

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