Here’s the photo for our collaborative speculative fiction part 2. In collaborative fiction, writers take turns adding sentences or paragraphs to a story. To read the first installment, click here. I’ll write the next section, and you can take it from there.
I ran onto the pier. I had to get out of the house, go some place without people–people meant problems.
Slowing to a walk, I jammed my hands into my windbreaker. The cold night and rising fog had left the pier empty of people. Perfect.
I leaned on the railing, breathing in the salt air. The sea was still, touched with silver where the moonlight could slip through the mist.
I stared at the horizon. How far could I see? How many miles? How many miles could I put between myself and–
The smooth surface of the water rippled. Something was swimming toward the pier. Something big.
My eyes widening, I felt my heart take a jump.
The ripple stopped, and a head broke the surface. A head like every dragon I’d ever seen in a fairy tale.
I slapped my hand over my mouth to squash a scream.
What was it? And why was it coming toward me? The creature’s eyes had to be as big as my head. And its eyes were fixed on me. It was approaching me fast, now only ten feet away. A wild cry, a high-pitched roar that seemed to slice my ear drums, raged from the creature’s throat. I spun on my heels, adrenaline surging and heart pounding, but I slipped on the wet pier and face planted the cement. Was this it? Why, oh why did I leave the house, slam the door, yell that I never wanted to see any of them again? Was that really the end of it all?