Six-ish Random Sentences


Even though I don’t officially participate in Six Sentence Sunday, I do occasionally like to post six-ish sentences from whatever W.I.P. I’m working on at the moment.  This one is currently from my revised YA/NA novel, IN THE SHADOW OF THE DRAGON KING, slated for beta reads January 1.  What are 6 sentences from your W.I.P.?  Post them, link them and let me know.  I’d love to read them.

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The surgeon pulled another vial from the line, unstopping it with his teeth.  He spit the cork to one side and dribbled the liquid over the wound.  Trog’s flesh hissed as the drops ran into the bloody cut.  Like a hot brand it seared the edges of the wound, consuming him in screaming agony as it cauterized the deepest parts of the lesion.  Trog braced against the pain as the needle, threaded with fine strands of sun-bleached horse hairs, passed through his skin.  Eighty times the needle pierced the edges of the wound.  Trog bit down on the leather strap.  A single tear escaped and he turned his head to let it fall, unseen.

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Six Sentence Sunday


Today I’m offering up a sampling from a middle grade short story I wrote called Mrs. Billing’s Long Vacation.  I hope you enjoy.

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It had snowed the night before and all morning — not too heavy, but enough to make driving hazardous and the kids cantankerous, at least that’s what mom said as we loaded up in the old station wagon.  When I arrived at school, the heaters were moaning and groaning, the classrooms were about as warm as glaciers, and the sun decided to take the day off.  By the time I got to my third period Science class, I felt like a popsicle stuck to the inside of a down coat.

Mr. Windem canceled his normal class lecture and shuffled us all to the pocket of warmth in the rear of the classroom, where he gave us slides of bugs to look at under magnifying glasses and microscopes. My slide consisted of an unusual bug, a fire beetle, which I soon learned was the brightest, bioluminescent insect in the world. It was also the source of my expulsion from Meadowlark Elementary.

Six Sentence Sunday


As usual, I always forget to sign up for Six Sentence Sunday.  I’m going to have to put a note on my pc to remind me.

Anyway, the following are from my second novel in the Chronicles of Fallhollow series.  Yes, I have a title, and no, I’m not sharing it right now.  🙂

A little background…David and Charlotte have left the medieval-esque realm of Fallhollow and have returned to Havendale, Tennessee with their squire friend, Eric. Until now, Eric never knew other worlds existed, much less the objects within them.  I hope you enjoy.

“You cannot expect me to get into that-that—”

“It’s a Mustang, and you will get in if I have to throw you in myself.”  David turned the key in the ignition; the beast of machinery roared to life.

“Come on, Eric,” Charlotte said, opening the door. “You’re going to love it.  There’s 650 horses in this baby.”

“That’s impossible!” Eric said, his eyes wide.

Ooops!  I threw in an extra sentence.  Oh well.  🙂

Enjoy your weekend!

Six Sentence Sunday


I keep forgetting to officially sign up for this every week, but I like to participate anyway.  Here are six sentences from a psychological thriller I started writing years ago and may finish some day.  The title of the novel is FLOWERS FROM THE FIELD.

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Ben checked his son was asleep, then stumbled outside, beer sloshing from the bottle in his hand. He scooped up the dead dog in his arms, stumbled over the other dog’s body, and carried it inside.  Upstairs, he laid the lifeless form across the foot of Mitch’s bed.  You wanted your damn dog.  You got your damn dog.  He swigged back the alcohol and smiled.

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“If I were Human…” – Six Sentence Sunday


I forgot to sign up for  Six Sentence Sunday but here’s my offering anyway.

From my second W.I.P. in my Chronicles of Fallhollow saga temporarily titled The Eye of Kedge and the Lost Crystals of Palindar.

“Your Majesty, I understand your affinity toward this man.  He is, after all your confidant and sole protector.  If I were human I’d find it quite touching. As it is, I find your blind devotion and loyalty a threat to your sovereign position and to this kingdom and its people.  It is of the High Council’s opinion Sir Trogsdill was, and may still be, in leagues with Einar, and that he was deliberate in his intent to usurp your authority and title.”

“You have no proof of this because none exists!” Gildore said, his face woven in  shades of crimson.

Six Sentence Sunday


Six Sentence Sunday is something I’ve noticed lots of my blogger buddies doing and today I’ve decided to join in the fun.  The following are the first six from a YA WIP I haven’t visited for a while titled The Last Someone.  I’m not sure if it’s worth pursuing.  Your comments and ideas might help me to decide.

“Adelaide Montgomery, get your butt downstairs right now!  Your father and I are waiting.  We have to leave in fifteen.”

“Yeah, well you can keep waiting,” I mumbled, throwing the last of my clothes into my suitcase.  With a quick zip, I chucked the luggage out the window onto my dad’s perfectly manicured lawn, smashing his roses.  I smiled.

If you want to find out more, or check out some other great sets of six sentences, check out the site:  http://www.sixsunday.com.  The site updates every Sunday at 9 am.