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Six Sentence Sunday 12/2 #sixsunday

Another six from my NaNoWriMo novel (more about NaNo to come later this week).

Eric is eating lunch at a sidewalk cafe when Mariella walks into the street – and oncoming traffic.  He leaps up and pushes her out of the way.  They crash to the pavement, with her landing on top of him.

The woman stays on him for a brief moment and Eric focuses on how her body feels against his; the contours of her legs through her skirt, the warmth of her cheek beside his, and he wants to kiss her.

She pulls herself up from him, brushing herself off.

Eric scrambles to his feet. He wants to ask her if she’s okay, if she’s single, if she’ll offer him a kiss in thanks, but instead he says, “What were you thinking, walking into traffic like that? You could’ve been hurt.”

She turns to him, piercing him with an icy gray stare and says, “I’m fine, thank you for asking.”

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Six Sentence Sunday 11/25 #sixsunday

Today’s six are from my NaNoWriMo novel, which I still have every intention of finishing despite the fact that I still have about 46,000 words to go by midnight Friday.

I’m skipping scenes as I write, trying to get the materialized ones down first.  This one comes towards the end.  Eric, one of the main characters, has fallen in love with Mariella and makes a move on her, which she rejects.

“But the feeling’s there, right, and you would keep kissing me, if you didn’t have him?” Eric can’t bring himself to say her fiance’s name.

“But I do have him,” Mariella says as she shakes loose his hand, pulling away from him and wrapping her arms around her body. He feels so protective of her right now, wants to kiss away the tears he’s caused her, and it takes all his restraint to stay where he is.

“What is it about him?” Eric asks. “Why is he so special that he gets to have you?”

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Six Sentence Sunday 11/18 #sixsunday

Today’s six are from “Small Town Life,” a short story that was just accepted for publication in the next issue of Shadow Road Quarterly, due out right before Christmas. 

It’s a stand-alone excerpt from my novel, The Lone Wolf, from the POV of the male MC at age 18.  He’s just gotten into a physical fight with his stepfather and is trying to calm down at his best friend Carly’s house, where she’s crying while she cleans up the blood.

“I’m sorry, Carly,” I told her.  Sorry that I couldn’t control my temper and stuff like this happened.  Sorry I disappointed everyone.  Sorry I couldn’t fix her problems like I wanted to.  Sorry my life sucked and she was the one stuck straightening it out.  But all that came out was sorry.

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Six Sentence Sunday 11/11 #sixsunday

Today’s six are from my NaNoWriMo novel (which isn’t progressing as quickly as it should be, and is also part of the reason posts are light this month).

I’m trying steampunk this year.  Literary steampunk.  Branko Radic is a Serbian inventor/Nikola Tesla knockoff working on an invention that will revolutionize the world.  And of course, everyone wants it – good and bad guys will stop at nothing to get it.  When he goes missing, a senator’s daughter, her fiancé, and an architect from our non-steampunk world race to find him and recover his invention.

Branko has just gotten his invention working when some goons pay him a visit.

The man in the middle’s eyes narrow as he says, “My employer does not negotiate.” He flicks his wrist at the men beside him. “Boys?”

The two thugs move towards Branko, toppling lab equipment and disconnecting wires as they go, and Branko realizes he’s trapped. He lunges for the remote and spins the dial to “S.” Just as the men are about to reach him, he aims the remote at the mirror, presses the red button, and disappears.

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Six Sentence Sunday 11/4 #sixsunday

This week’s six are from a story I started writing for an anthology about a machine that tells people how they’ll die.  I of course missed the deadline, because I’m horrible with deadlines, but maybe I’ll finish this in case they decide to make a third anthology.

Adam finds out that his girlfriend has had her death told.

Two weeks later, he came home to find her packing. A slip of paper lay on the table: “Boredom.”

“I love you, Adam, but the machine is right,” she told him.  “If I stay here, with you, I’ll die of boredom. I need to see the world, find someone who’ll let me have some fun. I’m sorry.”

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Six Sentence Sunday 10/28 #sixsunday

In honor of NaNoWriMo, which starts in four days and for which I have yet to prepare, this week’s six come from the very first novel I wrote, back in November of 2009.  It’s a hero’s quest roughly based on Zoroastrianism and leads up to a big battle between the forces of good and bad.  I think the premise is good, but the writing is horrible; maybe someday I’ll rewrite the whole thing.

In this scene, Claire has just found out she’s a deva (a heavenly being a step below an angel) and had her powers and true form restored. 

Jon rolled over to look at her, a smile on his face, but it immediately disappeared, and he quickly, violently, leaped back out of the bed. “Holy shit, Claire, what the hell are those?”

Out of the corner of her eye, Claire glimpsed something silvery-white and feathery; holy shit was right. She hadn’t lost control like this in years, not since she’d first arrived on this plane. But unlike that time, when she’d immediately hidden them, she now left them to appear as they may. “Um, those are wings.”

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Six Sentence Sunday 10/21 #sixsunday

Today’s six are from another of my Nik Kershaw shorts, this one based on the song “Billy.”  Billy is sitting in a bar with his friends, who want him to watch a football game with them.

“Sally wants me to have dinner ready when she gets home, and then we’re going to Sears to look for a new vacuum.  And then while we’re there, we might look for curtains too.”

“You gonna look for your balls while you’re at it?” asked Mark.

“Hey, that’s not a nice thing to say.”

“Sally probably keeps them in a jar on a shelf,” said Craig. “Does she make you sit to pee?” 

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Six Sentence Sunday 10/14 #sixsunday

Today’s six are from an story I wrote about a year ago and am currently editing.  Louise isn’t sure if she’s been visited by a demon who’s taken her soul after her boyfriend Teddy broke up with her, or if she’s imagining the whole thing.

Louise closed her eyes, picturing Teddy. His blue eyes, his sandy hair – hair-colored hair, he called it, neither blond nor brown. Crinkles in the corner of his eyes when he smiled, a big real smile that didn’t come often enough towards the end of their year-long relationship. Blackened hand, stroking her hair-

Her eyes flew open. She was alone, now, but she hadn’t been just seconds ago; she’d seen the demon, felt it next to her.

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Six Sentence Sunday 10/7 #sixsunday

Today’s six are from a silly story I wrote awhile back, “The Hunter and the Monster.”  It was my first published story, appearing in The Fringe.  MC Crius has been forbidden by the village council to fight the monster that’s been terrorizing his village, so he plots with his friends in secret.

“Halt!” shouted a voice.

Crius looked up. He was boxed in by guards, with Lord Maximilian in the center.

“Crius, you will destroy our way of life, our careful balance, if you continue. You were warned. By the power given me by our people, I hereby banish you from our lands, effective immediately!” 

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Six Sentence Sunday 9/30 #sixsunday

Today’s six are from a story I wrote this week, about a drummer interacting with a female fan.

He traces the veins on her wrist. “This, in here. Your blood flowing through your body tells a song, a story for anyone who takes the time to listen.” He taps her smooth skin, playing out a drum beat he’s been working on. “For me it’s all about finding that song, that story, and translating it into something that other people can understand, can connect with.”

“You probably say that to all your groupies.”

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