Writing Meme...
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telarynEach Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.
From Four Angels:
“Focus, dammit,” she growled under her breath, narrowing her eyes and trying to force her entire awareness down to the words on the page.
“…started burning bodies…”
“Jesus Christ,” she swore, snapping her book shut and tossing it on the nearby table. She’d come to the coffeehouse, hoping to get away from her roommate’s obsession with the news updates. Things were deteriorating – there was no doubt about it. If the reports were to be believed, and Alanna still counted that as a very large “if”, the United States was facing a pandemic of Biblical proportions.
From Four Angels:
“Focus, dammit,” she growled under her breath, narrowing her eyes and trying to force her entire awareness down to the words on the page.
“…started burning bodies…”
“Jesus Christ,” she swore, snapping her book shut and tossing it on the nearby table. She’d come to the coffeehouse, hoping to get away from her roommate’s obsession with the news updates. Things were deteriorating – there was no doubt about it. If the reports were to be believed, and Alanna still counted that as a very large “if”, the United States was facing a pandemic of Biblical proportions.
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4/4/11 04:07 (UTC)I won't put this in my own journal for various reasons but I will share some lines from my current personal WIP and from my shared WIP....
Breakable - Chapt 17
They could hear Jess continue sobbing with pain as she moved around. The snick and thump of a latch being opened and something heavy falling outward was reassuring before Jess replied.
“I’ve got it. Abby, is it loaded? I didn’t see any ammunition fall out and my right arm’s not working right so I can’t load it.”
“It’s already loaded,” Abby replied shortly and Becker could hear the sound of her footsteps change as she hit pavement instead of dry leaves and brush.
“Just breath deep and focus on one at a time,” Becker instructed. “Its just like target shooting.”
Hieros Gamos Kentros
He opened his eyes, disoriented by the sensation of a warm body at his front, and saw the long hair on a strange pillow. The evening rushed back, and he stiffened before trying to roll away carefully.
"Don't," Jess whispered, grasping his wrist before he could get any farther away from the warmth of her tiny body curled into the circle of his arms. "If she wakes to find you gone, it will tear her apart. And I know you'd never want that."
Hilary forced his body to relax again, letting his hand rest back on Jess' stomach where she laced their fingers together.
"She's safe again, Jess. You've both gotten what you needed. I don't belong here."
Jess was quiet for a moment, thinking before she replied.
"You've always cared for her, Hils. I can see that in the way you look at her. Why do you deny yourself?"
"She has you, Jess. You fill her world in a way that I never could. Why would I possibly want to come between you? Besides, Fee's interest in me is strictly temporary. Not to put to fine a point on it, but I've the wrong equipment to be anything more than a novelty for her."