Tara Tyler is having her 300+ Follower Celebration by letting us post brief blurbs about our works in progress. I did so for my reimagining of The War of the Worlds. Of course, you’ll get a larger excerpt below. (Keep in mind, it’s Victorian-ish in style.)
The Martians are just emerging from their cylinder. I’ve flipped the main character to female.
The whole creature heaved and pulsated convulsively, its oily skin resembling some great fungus on a rotting log in a dank forest. The quivering of its mouth and the heaving of its body were only matched by the curling and uncurling of its tentacles. The great mass of them, on either side of its mouth, brought the term “Gorgon” to mind, rather than “Martian.” But there was a deliberation to the movement of its tentacles, and a vital intensity to the immense eyes as it observed us and the surroundings that conveyed a nastiness of spirit. A tentacle rose in the air, swaying, then it pointed at me. Cold sweat broke out on my brow, and I was overcome with disgust and dread.
Slowly, the monstrous thing slid over the edge of the cylinder like a clump of wet snow toppling off an eave when sufficiently melted. It thudded like a great mass of leather in the pit. The most peculiar, thick cry finally emanated from it. Then another of these creatures appeared, glistening, crawling forward like the first.
I turned and ran.