“Instead of standing there like a statue,” Essa said. “Why don’t you go down and see for yourself?”
She looked down at the shaft, and then at the flashlight. A smirk creeped on to those lips, before she grabbed the flashlight and dove into the depths.#AmEditing#WritersCafepic.twitter.com/NIzBpgu0qm
That sound was telling, all of that anxiety and fear contained in a singular blip. Anna looked on trying to maintain a stoic appearance, but hurting the closest thing she had to a mother was taking its toll. #AmEditing#WritersCafepic.twitter.com/YX69qL6w5q
Unlike most of the other homes in her area, this one had been built into the ground. Essa often referred to this place as Bag End, but Anna never understood the reference. Still, she lingered by the plastic doors while working up the courage to venture inside. #AmEditingpic.twitter.com/y5FRcjqlQZ
This silo was one of the few places near the village unaffected by surface wind, and currents. That’s why they measured the tides from within, because in a world perpetually aglow in blue phosphorescent light, it was impossible for them to tell the passage of time. #AmEditingpic.twitter.com/2NwerkFBXn
Her reflection was such a disappointment for her. Anna would have far preferred to have been blessed with a bald head, scaly skin, and piercing yellow eyes; these were many of the engineered traits of the highborn, designed to make life under the sea easier. #AmEditingpic.twitter.com/4JXlREgpjB
There was the reflection of her true self, rather than what she imagined herself to be. Pale skin, dark brown eyes, and wild black hair that refused to be tamed. It was that last trait that forced Anna to keep it in a ponytail, because it always got in the way. #AmEditingpic.twitter.com/97MP6h5iQH
A Girl Called Ari by independent author P.J. Sky, is a post-apocalyptic tale of two women thrust together by fate.
The first is Starla, the daughter of the leader of the last bastion of civilization in the wastes. Lastly, we have Ari, left to fend for herself in the wastes as a child. Two women from radically different backgrounds embark on a journey that is marked by peril and death.
The story is mostly focused on the points of view of Ari and Starla, giving the reader a hint of their pasts along with thoughts that only the individual character knows. This contrast in point of view work well, allowing the story to unfold at a good clip.
This book is a quick read filled with bite sized chapters to snack on. Readers will fall in love with Ari and encounter a satisfying ending that leaves plenty of opportunity to develop the world further.
Coincidentally, Ari Goes to War, the sequel to this tale, is available for preorder.
Leela was dead either way, but leaving her behind would mean greeting Death cold and alone. Essa could not help but feel guilty over the idea of abandoning Leela, but without their help, this newborn child would end up as the third death of the day. #AmEditing#WritingCommunitypic.twitter.com/0ZAFgPbuK1
The infant’s eyes were wide, and panicked. The midwife then realized that there were no slits along its neck. She grabbed a nearby seashell, and ran the sharp edge over the flawless skin. A cloud of blood marred her vision, and confirmed their fears, a child born without gills. pic.twitter.com/Cc1m97VjXE
“Twelve hours,” Essa replied, the family’s matron answered.
Leela had no concept of hours, a measurement of time employed by her ancestors before the water overtook these lands. As another contraction built up, she tried to focus on her great-grandmother’s warm smile.#AmEditingpic.twitter.com/2udPkIooZ0