All of the teasers and blurbs I have posted so far are of works that I have already completed. I am working on an emotional read. Here’s a snippet.
The darkness threatens to take me. Black corners tunnel my vision as I fight to find the light. I want it. I can see it, but my attempts to capture it are feeble.
I want to raise my hands to grasp it, but my fragile bones are devoid of movement. My dilapidated muscles are completely incapable of providing them any support. I am pretty sure this is what dying feels like.