I didn't do a Sunday Snapshot yesterday because I hadn't written anything and I wanted to make myself write something other than story threads. But... I did all my writing on the internet this weekend.
I decided to stop feeling so bad about that. It's writing. It may not be publishable, but it keeps the old juices flowing. So this is the last thing I wrote. How about you? Post in the comments.
It doesn't have to perfect. It doesn't even have to be good. It just has to be yours!
(waits at the glass wall, looking outside at the whirling snow. bent figures hurry from the parking lot towards the building for the next exam period.
her vision seems to shift and she sees what she saw last night, only somewhat clearer: black trails like snakes or curls of smoke following people on the ground.
yet her magic rises against no unusual or particular threat. the people seem to suffer nothing worse than the usual stress of finals. she can perceive something else as well: something brighter than the snow, darting quickly down and attacking the snakes. it reminds her of the flashes of light from the gryphons in Belhanor. the snakes die or coil to strike back and they both disappear. she isn't sure who won.
the whole shifting three-in-one world of light and darkness and people blends together and blows in the door with a gust of cold wind as someone opens it. she realizes this is happening all the time. she's just never noticed it before.
snowflakes spatter her face and she flinches as if it were shrapnel.
when she opens her eyes again the vision is gone.)