So, Allison over at Geek Banter tagged me in the You Got the Look meme and I am powerless to oblige :P The rules are simple: Search your current WiP and find the word "look" - the post some of the lines around said word.
So, without further ado, here is a small sample of my NaNo winning YA ghost story :) (and this is also me revealing one of my closely guarded WiP secrets...*Danger Will Robinson!!!* this post will be a little Shakespeare-heavy!)
“Nose of a Turk and Tartar’s lips,” alright, these witches seriously had problems, “Finger of birth strangled babe ditch-delivered by a drab, make the gruel thick and slab.” I don’t even want to go into what my No Fear version says that means.
“Add thereto a tiger’s chaudron for the ingredients of our cauldron.” Tiger’s entrails make it into our potion as we join hands again. Our voices continue to ring out in perfect harmony as we skip around the cauldron.
“Double, double toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble.”
Cam breaks the circle, moving downstage. “Cool it with a baboon’s blood, then the charm is firm and good.”
Trish enters from stage left, somehow walking over to us in a way that mimics floating. Once the fog machine's running, that’s gonna look so badass.
“Oh well done! I commend your pains, and every one shall share i’ th’ gains. And now about the cauldron sing, like elves and fairies in a ring, enchanting all that you put in.”
We dance around to non-existent music, laughing. Cam stops with another creepy giggle. She holds out left hand, and we all gather around her, stroking her outstretched arm.
“By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, whoever knocks.”