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Six Sentence on Sunday

sixsentences~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, in progress, for your cat — whatever.~*~

About three meters to the left and barely a meter from the ceiling, one stone in the wall shown smoother than the others. Like it had been touched more than the others. He probably wouldn’t have noticed it if he hadn’t been looking.

With a grin, he pressed on the stone, heart pounding with impending excitement. The stone moved silently, sliding inward then the unseen door opened with a pop–just enough Gil could grab the edge and pull it outward where it pivoted on one corner, opening farther. He peered into the pitch darkness, a memory pushing forward of Tarvek lightening a candle near a secret passageway.

Six Sentences on Sunday

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~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, in progress, for your cat — whatever.~*~

From Uncalled For Actions:

“You think this is funny?” Tweedle spat accompanied by more violent shaking.

So many snarky comments fought to break free, but a decade of abuse shut up the urge–his survival instinct kicking in instead. He shook his head, hoping to calm Tweedle with submission.

“Good–you’re smarter than you look. Now back to my sister,” Tweedle said, leaning Gil farther out the window. “She’s young and doesn’t spend much time outside of the family, so she’s understandably overwhelmed when meeting new people.”

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, in progress, for your cat — whatever.~*~

From Of Macaroni Art and Making Grown Men Cry:

“We looked it up, and it said that kids make macaroni art for Father’s Day.”

Wash rubs a growing pain between his eyes. It’s typically how all of his conversations go with Caboose. “Caboose, you’re not supposed to cook the macaroni first.”

Junior lets out a string of honks and blarghs. Wash doesn’t need to understand the words to get the meaning—Junior already tried to tell him that.

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, in progress, for your cat — whatever.~*~

From Uncalled For Actions:

“Well, I think those memories were a little too much for Tarvek to manage yesterday–it happens when we’re away from our loved ones. They call it home-sickness.”

“Oh,” Gil said again even though he had no understanding of homesickness.  Castle Wulfenbach was the only home he knew, and there was no one here that he would miss if he left. Except Tarvek. The thought of being away from him even for one night left his stomach roiling and his heart aching.

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, in progress, for your cat — whatever.~*~

From Uncalled For Actions:

“You always told me to watch him and report any suspicious activity,“ Violetta said.

“And earlier I told you to stay away from him–he’s dangerous, and I don’t have time to keep you from getting hurt.”

Anger bubbled up from a well deep inside that she fought constantly to keep capped. She launched herself at Tarvek, slamming into his back, nearly taking him to the ground. “I don’t need you to protect me; I can take care of myself like I always do.”

“Fine, go take care of yourself somewhere else.”

 

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, in progress, for your cat — whatever.~*~

His father waited for him in the docking bay as they approached. Gil watched from the window while various assistants tried to get his attention with their reports. His father ignored them as if he found nothing more important than his returning son. At least Gil wanted to believe that, but the absolute blank stare on his face gave Gil pause. The trepidation grew as he disembarked and his father still showed no sign of emotion. He wasn’t sure why he expected anything more.

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, in progress, for your cat — whatever.~*~

From a Girl Genius story:

After a moment, Gil snapped the book closed. “You’re my best friend.”

Tarvek blinked. “You’re my best friend, too,” he said slowly, not sure where Gil was going.

“I like you.”

“Um, okay. I li-”

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, in progress, for your cat — whatever.~*~

From Heaven Can’t Wait:

She doesn’t move her fingers. Bellamy doesn’t breathe. Being this close to Clarke always does crazy things to him and being this raw, emotionally, is making it harder resist. The room boils around them. Bellamy can’t take it anymore. The dancing around and pretending.

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, in progress, for your cat — whatever.~*~

From a Girl Genius fic:

Gil didn’t remember cleaning up the glass, but he found it all in the waste barrel along with a lot of other broken junk. Three boxes were piled against the door, neatly packed with supplies. He glanced around the room–the mess did look a little less messy. A cold chill ran down his back. There was someone else in the lab. Either that or he was losing his mind.

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, in progress, for your cat — whatever.~*~

From a Girl Genius story I write but decided to make chapter two of The Beginning of Again.

“You’re home early.”

Tarvek shut the door and approached the desk, hands at his sides. “Yes, father.”

“Why is that?”

“Uh-”

His father set down the paper and removed his glasses to glare. “Have you forgotten all your manners while on that heathen ship?”

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