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Six Sentences on Sunday

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

More from my “go back in time to fix a mistake turned Poseidon Adventure.”

God, if she cried again, he’d jump out the nearest airlock. “I don’t know where you were, McKenna. After Octavia was arrested, all of my friends abandoned me. I don’t know what happened to anyone.”

“I abandoned you? I find that hard to believe.”

(McKenna is an original character I made up that has kind of taken over the story.)

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Six Sentences on Sunday

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

From a fic I wrote in March that I’m editing (and hopefully posting next week):

This is the part they don’t tell you about—that you don’t just mourn the dead. You mourn what used to be and what could have been. You mourn the innocence you can never get back. You mourn the spark of life that has fizzled out inside of you.

War is a one-way street; no U-turns allowed. Or maybe it’s like a raging river, tossing you in rapids until you are bruised and battered against the rocks only to throw you over the precipice of a waterfall that never seems to end yet you drown in it all the same.

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

From an unpublished fanfic from March.

Joining him on the step, Clarke lets out a weary sigh, sounding decades older than eighteen. “I’ll be okay once we-” She doesn’t finish the sentence.

He peeks at her from under his arm. “Once we what? Because I’m not seeing a way out of this one.”

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

From “Unbreak My Heart” which desperately needs to be finished.

“You can’t boss me around. You aren’t my father. You aren’t Mom.”

“No, Mom’s dead,” he shouts, causing her to take a step back. “Mom’s dead, and I’m in charge, so you’ll do what I say. That’s final.”

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

Six sentences of dialogue from my NaNo notes.

“You cannot marry Renee.”
“Why not? We’ve been together forever.”
“Well, for one, you’re only seventeen! People are going to start thinking we’re some kind of backwards hillbilly morons.”
“Like they don’t already think that.”

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

From an old fanfic I was thinking about finishing (set in the past when the characters were little kids):

Finally, she looked up, a smirk on her little mouth. “Some of us are trying to read.”

Bellamy was pretty sure strangling girls was a floatable offense, but he sucked up his pride with a sigh. “Look, we got off on the wrong foot. I’m sorry I bumped into you.”

“Apology not accepted.”

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

An addition to “survive” from April Camp.

She stills. The fact that she doesn’t say anything tells him it’s been a long time. He lost track after the first few days. He looks away when he figures she isn’t going to answer. He stares at the wall again wishing she would finish and go away. Then seconds later wishing she would stay because he’s not sure he can make it another five seconds without her to ground him to this reality.

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

She started to stir as they tried to figure out how to get her back up the mountain.

“Clarke?” Bellamy pushed the hair from her face then gently wiped a streak of dirt from her temple with his thumb.

She groaned. Then her eyes opened. She blinked a few times before focusing on Micah.

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

Not from a story, but notes for my NaNo novel. A bit of dialogue popped into my head that I had to jot down (conversation between the two main characters):

“You don’t like dogs?”
“They smell and slobber everywhere–what’s not to like?”
“Barkley’s just a big, sweet dufus.”
“Unless Lassie here can fetch me a soda or rescue Timmy from a grizzly bear, he’s pretty darn useless.”
“He makes people smile, and that’s helpful enough.”
“If you say so, but when Timmy’s being eaten by the bear, you’re going to wish Lassie can do more than roll in the dirt and look cute.”

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

From a fanfic:

Bellamy crossed his arms and stared her down. It was immature, and he knew it, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. His mother would throw a fit if she saw him acting this way. He let his arms drop to his sides, shame flooding him. “I can’t sit around anymore when I know she’s out there alone. She needs me.”

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