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This is the cover of a novel I am working on. (Made with GIMP / MS Paint...)
It is a type of "historical fiction". In other words, I plucked aspects of WWII and added a heavy amount of fiction to the mix. The resulting lather should be rather interesting. (At least I should hope.)
I posted this last year but some personal events made me leave the fandom. This is my way of saying that I am back. :)
The following is a short teaser from the novel which will be mature in its final form...
As the fog continued to envelop her, Tanya felt a chill enter her bones and mind. It was unlike anything she had felt in a very long time. The last time she had felt it, was during her childhood when terror struck her household: a fire within her home had filled the space with smoke so thick that it was almost like the fog surrounding her. This time though, she didn't smell the burning of wood and building material, but rather the heady smell of saltwater. It was the smell of heavy fog on an ocean during a moonless night.
By some unspoken command, the fog eased slightly. Tanya noticed that she was in a boat, surrounded by individuals. To her left was her husband, clad in fisherman’s garb with common cloths underneath. Opposite her, sat their only child; Laura Faulkner. She was similarly dressed in oilcloth and drab clothing suited to the task of damp, ocean weather. Looking around, Tanya noticed that the other members of the boat were wreathed in a similar fog; she couldn't recognize them nor see their faces. There was one thing that did make itself painfully clear; the sense of urgency and fear that hung over the small craft. Looking out over the sea that had been uncovered by the fog, Tanya noticed something that made her blood turn to ice.
It was a ship, slowly emerging from the dark waters like an apparition. There was no heavy clatter of a marine diesel engine or even the sound of water lapping against the vessel’s steel flanks. Moving towards the small boat, Tanya noticed that the newcomer was painted a deep grey which bordered on black. She also noticed that it was a submarine. Moving at “decks awash”, only the barest sliver of the vessel’s deck was above the waterline. As the sub swung into position along the boat’s starboard side, she noticed the emblem on the side of the conning tower: it was of a shield with the number “13” emblazoned in dark paint on a grey background. Under the numeral, was the likeness of a torpedo.
As she squinted to focus on the sub’s lines, the other people in the boat watched anxiously for events to unfold. Turning her gaze to the top of the conning tower, Tanya noticed that there were people standing there, scanning the small launch she was sitting in. There were two individuals standing on the tower, who were looking intently at her. Moving her gaze down to the front of the craft, she noticed with horror that the submarine had a “deck gun”; which was manned and pointing directly at the boat under her.
Turning her gaze back up to the people looking at her through powerful binoculars, Tanya’s eyes went wide as the figures removed the glasses from their faces. The one on the right was a hard looking Doberman with a patch on his left eye; with a military cap pulled down low on his head to keep the spray from hitting his face and his mouth obscured by a speaking tube, Tanya couldn't tell what was being said. The one on the left was unrecognizable; his face was wreathed in the inky fog. Shifting her eyes, the lioness noticed that the Doberman was nodding and talking to the figure, and the dog gave a final nod.
As the Doberman turned his gaze back down to the deck, hers followed. Standing on the deck with water inches from his heels, stood a black lab. With a military helmet on his head and a pair of binoculars around his neck, there was no question as to his purpose as he gestured to the deck gun crew who didn't waiver with their aim. With a barked order, the lab raised his right arm as a crewman loaded a cartridge into the breach of the cannon. “Mother?” Laura asked quietly, her voice frozen in time with fear. She couldn't answer her daughter’s unspoken question. Instead, it was answered for her: a blinding flash came from the conning tower above the submarine…
Let me know your thoughts and opinions, as they help me improve... :) ~THJ
This is the cover of a novel I am working on. (Made with GIMP / MS Paint...)
It is a type of "historical fiction". In other words, I plucked aspects of WWII and added a heavy amount of fiction to the mix. The resulting lather should be rather interesting. (At least I should hope.)
I posted this last year but some personal events made me leave the fandom. This is my way of saying that I am back. :)
The following is a short teaser from the novel which will be mature in its final form...
As the fog continued to envelop her, Tanya felt a chill enter her bones and mind. It was unlike anything she had felt in a very long time. The last time she had felt it, was during her childhood when terror struck her household: a fire within her home had filled the space with smoke so thick that it was almost like the fog surrounding her. This time though, she didn't smell the burning of wood and building material, but rather the heady smell of saltwater. It was the smell of heavy fog on an ocean during a moonless night.
By some unspoken command, the fog eased slightly. Tanya noticed that she was in a boat, surrounded by individuals. To her left was her husband, clad in fisherman’s garb with common cloths underneath. Opposite her, sat their only child; Laura Faulkner. She was similarly dressed in oilcloth and drab clothing suited to the task of damp, ocean weather. Looking around, Tanya noticed that the other members of the boat were wreathed in a similar fog; she couldn't recognize them nor see their faces. There was one thing that did make itself painfully clear; the sense of urgency and fear that hung over the small craft. Looking out over the sea that had been uncovered by the fog, Tanya noticed something that made her blood turn to ice.
It was a ship, slowly emerging from the dark waters like an apparition. There was no heavy clatter of a marine diesel engine or even the sound of water lapping against the vessel’s steel flanks. Moving towards the small boat, Tanya noticed that the newcomer was painted a deep grey which bordered on black. She also noticed that it was a submarine. Moving at “decks awash”, only the barest sliver of the vessel’s deck was above the waterline. As the sub swung into position along the boat’s starboard side, she noticed the emblem on the side of the conning tower: it was of a shield with the number “13” emblazoned in dark paint on a grey background. Under the numeral, was the likeness of a torpedo.
As she squinted to focus on the sub’s lines, the other people in the boat watched anxiously for events to unfold. Turning her gaze to the top of the conning tower, Tanya noticed that there were people standing there, scanning the small launch she was sitting in. There were two individuals standing on the tower, who were looking intently at her. Moving her gaze down to the front of the craft, she noticed with horror that the submarine had a “deck gun”; which was manned and pointing directly at the boat under her.
Turning her gaze back up to the people looking at her through powerful binoculars, Tanya’s eyes went wide as the figures removed the glasses from their faces. The one on the right was a hard looking Doberman with a patch on his left eye; with a military cap pulled down low on his head to keep the spray from hitting his face and his mouth obscured by a speaking tube, Tanya couldn't tell what was being said. The one on the left was unrecognizable; his face was wreathed in the inky fog. Shifting her eyes, the lioness noticed that the Doberman was nodding and talking to the figure, and the dog gave a final nod.
As the Doberman turned his gaze back down to the deck, hers followed. Standing on the deck with water inches from his heels, stood a black lab. With a military helmet on his head and a pair of binoculars around his neck, there was no question as to his purpose as he gestured to the deck gun crew who didn't waiver with their aim. With a barked order, the lab raised his right arm as a crewman loaded a cartridge into the breach of the cannon. “Mother?” Laura asked quietly, her voice frozen in time with fear. She couldn't answer her daughter’s unspoken question. Instead, it was answered for her: a blinding flash came from the conning tower above the submarine…
Let me know your thoughts and opinions, as they help me improve... :) ~THJ
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