“The She-Bear woke up from her long sleep. At first, a stillness saturated her limbs. She waited, slowly building her awareness of the world outside her dreaming.
The cave was warm and low. A fine layer of papery leaves were littered over her body. The cool, moist earth pressed up close against her stomach and thighs. The She-Bear breathed, her hands curled and still, tucked inside the bear skin’s claws, her face hooded by the great bear’s head. She felt her pelt gather in heavy spills of flesh about her and the way one foot fit neatly against the arch of the other. A great sigh breathed through her body, and she hunched up against the weight of her long repose. With a shy susurrous the brown, leafy detritus showered past her mass and the She-Bear rose…”
Read the new story here: The She-Bear and the North Star
This is the absolute first draft of this short story. It has been compiled over the last couple of days. I haven’t even proof read it. I would be interested to hear your thoughts- do you like how this story progresses? Is it too slow? Not enough/too much describing? Do you understand what it happening? Are the characters likable?
Mostly, besides critiquing, I hope you enjoy it! : ) – Danni