(Just putting the first five paragraphs of my novel's second draft out there to gauge interest)
“The fog surrounds me, blocking off what little of the already fading light is left in the sky. I run across the pavement, scrambling down the steep slope that I see stretch out in front of me. It seemed endless. Though, there is no way I could stop. I have to keep going. I can feel her eyes, the strange woman in white I keep telling you about, just bearing into me from somewhere in the wisps of gray. My heart is racing and I feel the wind whipping across my skin, blowing from behind me. It stings. The temperature… it keeps dropping and snowflakes begin to melt on my skin. Even though I can’t see the source, I can smell fire with each new gust. Not anything like a campfire, though. It’s stronger than that. That scent spurs me onwards down the mountain path, which now that I look down appears to be some sort of road or driveway. I glance behind me but I only find the bare patches where I had placed my feet just moments before. My legs start to turn numb and I stumble, finding myself sprawled in the newly forming snow.
“Panic grips me as I pull myself back upright. I can’t feel my legs anymore. Not even a little. Before there was at least that familiar, tingling sensation but by this point I am lucky to even be moving them at all. Come to think of it, I don’t think I feel much of anything. Not anymore. Everything’s just so,” Kara took a breath and opened her deep green eyes, “cold.” She lingers on that final word, blankly staring out her living room window into the depths of a far off night.
I wait a moment or two, unsure if Kara will continue the tale of her recurring dreams that seem to have been plaguing her without mercy the past few weeks. When she doesn’t snap out of whatever trance she seems to have lapsed into, I clear my throat and tap my pen against the notepad I have resting on my lap before leaning back into the leather chair that is beginning to stick to my back. Kara, slowly looking back in my direction, shrinks away from me.
“This woman in white,” I begin and Kara stills her body in its entirety, “Can you describe her for me? Or do you never fully see her?”
“Oh, I see her,” Kara nods with vigor, her medium-length hair bobbing back and forth, “I always see her. Right at the end. See, when I fall and just completely lose myself, I’m compelled to look up. It’s like I don’t have a choice, you know? And no matter how much I resist, I find myself looking down at this rusted gate that seems to have been forgotten decades ago. That’s where she is. She stands there in her white gown, billowing in the piercing wind, with her arms outstretched towards me. I feel her icy warmth even from the ground where I lay. When the fog encases her image from me, I realize just how alone I am. Just... lost in that unforgiving blizzard.”