It's here: The Last Line Blogfest
Check out the other entries at Lilah's Blog
Rules of the Blogfest: Entries do not have to be last lines only, it is understandable that a build-up may be necessary. I'd say that the previous 25 lines would be a reasonable length. It also does not matter if the last line is for a scene, chapter, or book, just as long as you wrote it.
This time. I'm not going to rant about the topic of last lines or go on and on about something I don't do well. So, no worries. Will talk about the novel then give the last lines. But I will say this. Wow! I need to work on last lines. I searched almost every chapter I've ever written and am only posting this one because I think all of them suck. Yikes!
The Novel: Standing Ground
Background information: This isn't the end of the book, or even a chapter. When I first wrote it, however, it was an ending for a section of a story. I did a small portion of the novel for 14-7-1 contest, which involved 14 days with 7 prompts and 1 story. So, this was the last line of one of the prompts. It's a section after the dreams sequences that will be posted later this month. And it could be the end of a page at least, never know. It sounds like an ending.
Dominic's mutation is that he has prophetic dreams, but they are all in symbols so it's not very convenient, and it makes him sleep more than most people. Noah was sleeping, but Dominic woke him up to help interpret a set of dreams.
Oh and, umm.. yeah. It's a first draft with minor edit. I don't like the "eyes showing concern" part, and it'll be fixed in rewrite. Promise.
Last Line Blogfest Entry:
After several minutes, Noah formed a set of neat piles around him and he focused on three different pages within his hands. He'd gotten a few out from past interpretation attempts, but most of the pages were new.
"What do you think?" Dominic reached an arm out in a stretch before putting his pencil down. He looked at Noah, his eyes showing concern and interest.
The remnants of his dream, the racing and the strange hyper woman's words echoed within his mind. Feeling numb, a darkened sense of urgency seeped through his body. He could almost taste the dread on his tongue as he gave a response. "We're running out of time."