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The Unicornologist ~ High school freshman Hillary Noone, on a field trip to The Cloisters, receives a prophecy: she is destined to save the unicorn. Though she shrugs it off as being preposterous, soon life imitates art, and she finds herself in mortal danger.
Today’s excerpt returns to Hillary. In an excerpt a few weeks ago, Hillary was stuck at home during a thunderstorm, when she had planned to use her parent’s absence (her father and step-mother were on a delayed honeymoon) to camp in the woods so she could guard the unicorn. It’s the next morning, and the rain has finally stopped. (Edited to fit the length restriction.)
As Hillary stepped down from the back porch and walked through the backyard toward the woods, the birds’ song suddenly ceased. She looked up at the gray sky as a dark cloud erased the sun’s light and a chill wind blew.
As she resolutely moved on past the first trees, a branch scraped her face. “Ow!” She touched the abrasion, and blood stained her fingertips.
Holding a tissue firmly against the scratch, she passed deeper into the forest, while the birds continued their ominous silence. Tree branches poked and struck her, as if urging her to turn back. This gloomy, sinister, and unwelcoming forest was so unlike the refuge she’d known and loved so long. Why had it changed?
I know it’s short (the limit is ten sentences), but what do you think of this small excerpt from Chapter 20? Any suggestions on how I can make it better? Please comment below.