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.