Drafting 2

Here's our new first paragraph.

The wagon rattled through the wafting mists, gray and white pillowing around the driver. Wheels skipped over stones and roots. Horse hooves pounded somewhere behind him. Nick laughed like a hyena, snapped the horses with the tongue of his black whip, and surged the wagon ahead. His eyes flashed red and he smiled toothily. Nick’s broad-brimmed hat dripped with condensed water. It was the perfect end to a perfect evening.

I'm back to writing scene-by-scene, so we're counting by scene now, in spite of what it says.

1 / 56 words. 2% done!

I hope all of you are enjoying your storytelling.

Catherine

Mirrored from Writer Tamago.