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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 “Work of Fiction,” the SG-1 AU fic where the Stargate is considered an object of art until they are attacked.

“Yesterday afternoon, our history was re-written in a way unimaginable just hours earlier. The Great Ring–so long a testament to the tenacity of the human spirit–opened and let through a monumental evil never before known on this Earth. I had always left the idea of aliens to the science fiction writers. Daniel Jackson seemed to have it right in his first novel, Ring of Death, when he wrote, ‘the people of Earth would be caught with their arrogance up and their guard down because who would dare attack from such a benign object as a ring.’

“I wonder if he knew how close to the truth he would hit. Our eyes are open now; we are humbled.”

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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. ~~

He holds up his knife. “Because this isn’t the way. This is going to end badly.”

“Why are you helping him if you hate him so much?”

Murphy shakes his head. “I’m not helping Wells–I’m helping you not make the biggest mistake of your life.”

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

More from a chapter I’m editing.

“I see you’re making friends as usual,” Jasper says, words slurring slightly. “Who’s this? A new princess?”

Murphy gets up with a huff. “Fits. She’s as mean as the last one.”

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

A little bit from chapter 10 of Heaven Can’t Wait.

Eventually, Harper sits up and wipes her eyes with the tips of her fingers. She sniffles a few times while she watches the little girl suck her thumb in her sleep. A smile spreads across her face. “Aw, look at you—that’s so cute with the cuddling and sweetness.”

“Whatever,” Bellamy grumbles, getting him a skeptical look from Harper. What is it with the women in my life seeing right through me?

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

A snippet from chapter 7 of Heaven Can’t Wait.

“Now let me look at the rest of you.”

He pushes her hands away and stands. “I’m fine.”

Abby gives him a look only a mother could pull off. He sighs, sitting back down. It’s not worth the fight he knows she’d win anyway.

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

From a rewritten scene in my 2015 NaNo novel:

Harry’s gaze slides to mine. I’ve never seen him look that way before. Wounded. Like I’d broken him. “Why, Sky? Do you hate me that much?” he asks almost so quiet no one can hear him.

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

A blast from the past… six (plus) sentences from an old Buffy the Vampire Slayer fic. Merry Christmas.

“I didn’t get you anything,” she said, her voice cracking a little.

“Wasn’t expectin’ anything in return, pet. Isn’t that what Christmas is about? Giving, not receiving?”

Buffy met his gaze, his face a little blurry behind the tears. “I don’t know what to say,” she whispered.

Spike cracked a smile. “Thank you’s the preferred expression in these kinda situations.”

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

From a sequel to a novel from 2015 that is still being rewritten:

I’ve never liked these “meet and greet” events. Don’t get me wrong, I love interacting with my fans–I’m a total attention-whore normally–but there’s nothing fun about sitting for hours until your ass is numb while your hand cramps from signing hundreds of autographs, your brain turns to mush from answering the same questions, and you kind of go deaf from all of the screaming girls. And no matter how much your hand hurts or how numb your ass is, you just keep smiling and signing and telling the girls they have a pretty name and pretty eyes because it’s in your contract.

My partner in crime today is Blaine Cavanaugh. He’s on the rise thanks to the movie we just made, and he greets each fan enthusiastically even after three hours of this shit.

He’ll burn out before he’s eighteen.

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:

“Where’d she go?”

Miller looks up from repacking his bag. “Uh-”

Bellamy rolls his eyes. “You lost her already?”

“I didn’t lose her—she’s probably just hiding.”

Six Sentences on Sunday

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

From chapter 2 of Heaven Can’t Wait (which will hopefully be up soon now that NaNo is over):

Halfway down the ladder, he pauses to laugh at the scene. Miller is standing in the middle of the room, hands on his hips, glaring at the little girl. She’s on one of the lopsided crates, growling and snapping at him—her hair wild and eyes narrowed.

Miller turns his glare on Bellamy. “Shut up and do something with her. She’s evil.”

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