#TimeTravelAuthors 17 Jan: Saturday excerpt (optional word: work)
I'm working on something new, outside of #Riders_of_the_Dream. No title yet and this is a snippet from the prolog.
I stand to join him and our ten tentacles touch and intertwine, small blue flashes pass between us and my shell begins to hum and Zomacta begins to sing and his shell swells and his union split cracks. My own shell begins to split and I sing my response to his vocalizations. So with the rise in pitch of our song my syphon fin slices out between my shell split and probes his. His seed sack opens for me and my syphon sharpens and elongates, slipping into Zomacta’s seed sack. His seed is ready and plentiful and my body on its own accord begins to vacuum them into me where they will be fertilized and grow into our children. Hundreds fill me and I am filled with great joy. With one eye stock I look on Heaven beneath and hope for good souls and with the other looking at Heaven above, I thank those of the past for bringing forth our birth so many seasons before.
But I stop my song as I see one of the lights above move out of the night’s procession of lights. It moves straight and grows brighter as it crosses the black velvet of the Heavens above. Zomacta stops singing as well as he sees the same that I have seen.
