I guess I’ve
been talking about my books and it’s kinda hard to know what I’m talking about
without reading any of it. Like I said previously it’s middle grade—for ages
8-12.
Enjoy!
Excerpt from HURRICANE DANIEL:
“I’m gonna
make some popcorn. You want some?” Mom asked.
“Sure, you
want me to pause it?” asked Dad. He reached across the coffee table to get the
remote.
“Okay.”
Mom went to
the kitchen and got two bags of popcorn from the box in the snack drawer. She
looked over at Daniel and his friends in the family room. They were gathered
around Daniel’s laptop, tracking the storm. She put one of the bags in the
microwave and went down the hall to the bathroom.
It was dark
in the hallway and she stepped on something small and furry. She thought it was
Darwin for about a half a second and then realized it was some kind of toy.
Maybe one of Darwin’s little squeaky toys. She reached along the wall inside
the bathroom door, feeling for the light switch. She felt something along her
arm, like a cobweb or a stray hair or something. She switched on the light and
jerked her arm back out.
At first,
she wasn’t sure what she was seeing. The air in the bathroom was so thick that
she couldn’t even see her hands held out in front of her. Wait, this can’t be right. I took my shower hours ago. How can it still
be all steamy in here? It didn’t feel right, either. It should feel warm,
but this stuff felt cold and misty. She could definitely hear the wind from the
storm in here.
She reached
back and flipped the switch for the fan. The air started moving and swirling
and cleared up a little. She took one of the blue hand towels from the little
holder by the sink and started wiping down the mirror with it. Then something
in the mirror caught her eye. Some kind of movement behind her. She turned
around quickly and made a small gasping sound. The fan cleared more of the
steam from the room and she was able to see that the bathroom window was open
just a crack. Is it coming from outside?
Is it fog? During a hurricane?
She walked
over to the window and pushed down on it but it wouldn’t close all the way. She
stood on her tiptoes to get some leverage and pushed as hard as she could. It
still wouldn’t close. She shoved it back up a little and then slammed it. This
time it went down easily. A loud clunking sound followed, coming from outside
the window. It sounded like something hitting the side of the house. She pulled
the little metal clasp over to lock the window and ran out the door almost
tripping over Darwin in the hall. She reached down and gave him a little hug.
Darwin tried to pull away. She let go of him and he walked into the bathroom
and stood in front of the window.
He growled softly in his throat.