I’ve been meaning to set this blog up for months. MONTHS. This week, a sick day and Michelle Hauck’s blog hop gave me the perfect excuse to finally get it done. You can leave feedback in the comments, and I’ll be hopping around over the next few days to return the favor. If you’re interested in joining (YES, you should totally do that), the list is open through November 14th. For full details on the hop and to join, check out Michelle’s Fall 1st Page Critique Blog Hop Post.
MG Fantasy (portal)
Two months of living in a state park campground had opened Sylvie’s eyes to three key facts. First, the park provided an endless supply of dirt—a versatile and highly valuable resource. Second, campgrounds were filled with cheerful (translation: annoying) kids who liked to pretend they were best friends with strangers for a few days. Third, living on the edge of the woods meant having a backstage pass to observe and document animals she’d only seen in books.
Animals like the one Sylvie was stalking Monday morning. Placing each step with care, she crept across their campsite until she stood only about ten feet from the red fox. It locked eyes with her. Instead of bolting into the woods, it yawned. Sylvie took that as an invitation.
She slunk to the ground and inched closer. The fox licked a paw and nibbled between its toes. With her eyes glued to it, she balanced her bag on her back, careful not to let it drag through the dry leaves. One wrong move and she’d spook the thing. A week’s worth of stalking wasted. Poof.
Only a few feet away, she dug for her phone, snapping a twig under her left hand. She held her breath, afraid to look.
Peeking through one half-opened eye, she saw the fox sitting exactly as she’d last seen it. It hadn’t run off. It didn’t even look startled or afraid. It sat in the same spot, kind of bored looking.