Six Sentences on Sunday
~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.~*~
Jack’s mouth went completely dry and it took him a few beats before he could reply. “Carter.” He looked past her at what was left of her ship. “Glad to see you got her home in one piece. More or less.” The subtext to that statement was about as subtle as a slap to the face.
(from Chances Are Easily Lost)
It’s been three years since he’s even seen her and, yet, the feelings having subsided. Not that anyone knew that. Hell, Logan didn’t even know that. And he doubted now that he’d ever get the chance to tell her. It was his own damn fault, he think as he finally moves from his frozen spot next to the mailbox—the perfume and the memories and the pain trailing after him. He had his chance and blew it.
(from All They Have)
Another pop caught her off guard and she gave Russ a sheepish grin. He just smiled at her and scooted closer until their legs were touching—not overtly intentional looking, but obvious to her nonetheless. She didn’t even notice the next blossom of sparks; her eyes were fixed on Russ. He spread his hands away from his body and leaned back on them, mimicking Clare’s position. As his face turned up towards the show she felt his fingers brushing against her hand. It took every ounce of will power not to look down at them, not to draw attention to the illicit touch.
(untitled picture prompt story)
Sam could tell the passage out of the clearing had once been manicured. Ancient flowerbeds lined the roughly paved road but were so overgrown with weeds and wild vines they were nearly lost. She only noticed them after Daniel tripped. A few yards in the hills on either side pulled back giving a sweeping view of another valley below. Thankfully the path down was more leisurely than the climb from the Stargate on the mountain.
Green hills rolled along almost ocean-like, the path following the natural contours of the land.