Share a line about your WIP’s atmosphere.
aka ‘as many snippets as I can find’
The wind blew cold, and stray snowflakes spun around in the air on their long decent to the ground. Nevaeh wondered what it would be like to be so free and aimless.
The last time she had taken a shower, she’d caught a peeping tom and stabbed him in the hand for trying to see her without clothes on. From what she heard, his hand still hadn’t healed and that was a week and half ago.
Nevaeh raced down the metal stairs, descending into darkness. Her footsteps rang, deafeningly loud with each step, but she didn’t care.
I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m dead
Her thoughts pounded in time with her footsteps as she wound farther and farther down.
The echoes branched out, ricocheting off the walls as she reached the bottom, but it didn’t matter if the entire area heard her coming. She bolted toward the door, down the hallway, one hand clutching her purse and the other, the plastic bag of Melorine that had been in her beanie.
By the time she reached the end of the hallway and she could see from the light of dim bulbs flickering along the ceiling, her lungs burned and her legs felt like jelly.
She kept running.
I hope you liked them! It’s actually harder to find ‘atmosphere’ snippets than I expected o_o