Excerpt: WIP

Okay, I'm cheating a bit this year because I'm only setting a goal of 25K and it's continuing from the 50K I've already written for my WIP. But before you throw the rotten tomatoes, the point is I'm still writing. I don't want to put this one asside when it's going so well just to start something else that I have no intention of finishing. Just being honest. (Okay I've got my squeegee now so go ahead with the tom toms.)

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He lost it. He yelled, screamed, banged and scraped at the lid. The dirt kept coming. He had never been afraid of small spaces before in his life, in fact he’d hid in some of the smallest cupboards and closets as a child playing hide-and-seek. But this was entirely different. This was being buried who knew how many feet under the earth, injured, with limited air supply… no escape, and no witnesses. Sophie was still in the car and who knew if she was even still conscious!

He reached up and yanked as hard as he could on the swingline. It snapped, not after cutting into the back of his neck. But his apret still did not return.

/Silver lining/. Levi’s words haunted him. He scraped at the padding, ripped it open and sure enough a faint silver-leaf had been painted on the lid behind the lining, probably over the entire inside of the coffin.

/They planned this./

He was being buried alive and there was nothing he could do about it. Nothing he could do to warn Pip or Islena, or General Greyback, about the pending invasion. Nothing he could do to save Caitlyn – and who knew what they would do to her!

He was going to die.