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Taylor Hunter
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NeverSeen
Science Fiction & Fantasy
Author Insight
Intense and Concise
I don’t like writing emotion that does not have a purpose. Everybody experiences mood shifts, but plenty of them have trivial causes: you didn’t get any donuts at work today (or too many!), someone interrupted an important train of thought to introduce another important train of thought, or the radio commentator mentioned a hilarious quote that instantly improved your mood. None of these are wrong to include in a story, but-in my opinion-they should lead somewhere. Drama for the sake of drama gets an author nowhere fast. The reader gets quickly bored of the predictable cycle of friend fights and parental arguments. It’s like listening to that one annoying relative that never gets to the point of the story. And because nobody likes to hear a run-on tale or endless rant about a minor inconvenience, I avoid letting my words run wild. So I put great effort into conveying emotional encounters that are reasonably intense and concise, while still being relatable. Having a supernatural vision is an uncommon experience…but being embarrassed in front of a crowd is not. #relatable #writingwithpurpose #enoughdrama
Book Excerpt
NeverSeen
My face exploded and I laughed my head off. I clung to the railing to keep from falling over. He grinned widely to see such a turnaround. “Didn’t see that one coming!” I choked out. He made the game double-time. Red lines zipped across the screen and regions turned dark red, then black.
A wave of murkiness overcame me. It was dark. I couldn’t breathe. I was wet. A tank. They were shoving my head into a tank. Of water. My heart pounded, starving for air. Red. Red around my face. They pulled me up. Air. By the hair. Gasping. Water. Red. Running down my face. Gasping for air. Water. Underwater. Couldn’t breathe. Screaming. Up again. Screaming. High.
A young boy. Screaming. In a cave. Dark. A tank of water. Guards. Yelling.
Tell us what you know. Tell us right now.
A young boy screaming in a dark cave. Guards. A water tank. Couldn’t breathe.
Raven.
“Emma! Emma! Hey! Snap out of it! Emma!”
I was crumpled against the vine column when my eyes refocused. Tracer was shaking my shoulder, his expression one of terror. His touch was delicate enough to suggest that he was afraid I might crumple like a rose petal underneath it.
Heat surged up my face. That was before I saw the faces crowding the window.
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