Prologue of the 'Camp Nanowrimo' July challenge. This is my fifth nano-novel, the first I'm posting here as I write. Hope you enjoy!

Write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days? Totally. :)

Please keep in mind this is largely UNEDITED. I do a good job with my quick-rereads, catching most mistakes, but please don't pick nits with this story. I'd love comments on the plot, characters, setting, etc!

Prologue is a bit short, but I always seem to write short prologues...


Word count: 463/50,000

The Fortune Teller
By Cordria


Cold. Freezing cold.

My stomach muscles clenched, my body instinctively attempting to take a deep breath at the sudden cold that came from being thrust underwater. I barely managed to keep my mouth closed, small bubbles of air leaking out from between my clenched teeth. Flailing around, I blinked my eyes open and squinted into the stinging salt water.

…the hell? Underwater?

Everything was a deep blue, air bubbles racing away from my body. Goosebumps racing up my arms and a numb feeling starting to seep into my fingers, I pushed against the water and followed the small bits of air, trying desperately to figure out what was going on.

How did I get here? My last memory was standing in my friend's garage, helping him move a few boxes for his grandfather. The impossible location switch - stuffy, junk-filled garage to frigid sea water - sliced through my brain and made little spots of light dance in my vision.

I saw the uneven, hard surface just before my hands slammed into it. Tiny air bubbles flowed along the ice, collecting in small ridges and pockets. I pushed my hands against the icy surface, hard and smooth as glass but solid as concrete.

I screamed before my brain thought through the consequences, pounding my fists into the ice. Precious air raced out of my mouth and collected against the ice. My lungs started to burn, the terrifying need to breathe starting to tingle in my head and pushing aside the confusion.

My heart pounding, my head spinning, my fingers scratched against the ice, moving me along under the water. There were no holes. There was no escape.

Blackness ate at the corners of my vision and a piercing, horrible cold yanked at my stomach. I punched the ice - hard - and closed my eyes in despair.

I was going to drown, and I didn't even know why.