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A collection of snippets of the books I write and, occasionally, my life and the things that inspire my writing...

Saturday, February 16, 2019

Evil From The Sky: WeWriWa Feb 17, 2019


Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors


   It's time for snips and bits of amazing tales by talented writers! Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop. Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live by 9:00 AM Sunday, EST. Then we visit each other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good. 
             Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found HERE
            This week's snippet is from my WIP, "The Sands of Dhor".  Lily, abducted from Earth by alien slavers, is with Theusand--who seems to have rescued her from the slavers. His race can communicate mind to mind.  They have stopped on a world while en-route to his Dominion. They're visiting people he knows. She suspects he has some connection to them that he is keeping from her. They live in a cave system to escape detection of slavers. It's evening and their underground village has gathered for storytime. The Elder Spense has just told the children what the world used to be like. Creative punctuation ahead--to comply with guidelines. :-)

When the Elder finished, Lily sat in silence, basking in the spell he’d cast.

Without warning, a thunderous voice boomed, “Then evil came from the sky!”

As Lily straightened herself after nearly falling off her cushion, she glanced around and saw others doing the same. At least she wasn’t the only one startled half to death. 

Theusand’s words filtered into her mind. “That is Narge, still bitter over the land and home that he lost.”

When Narge continued, his voice was lower, but he gestured wildly with his hands, his facial expressions went from frightened to fierce.  “The Bulragers, a cruel and greedy race of slavers, came from the sky, from our beautiful blue sky. They captured a great number our people and hauled us away, out into the stars. Forcibly, the diaspora of our people had begun again. 

Ahhh, the Bulragers have reentered the story. That's it for this week.  All opinions greatly appreciated. :-) Thank you so much for visiting and for commenting!

Saturday, February 9, 2019

WeWriWa: Garden Crops


Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors


   It's time for snips and bits of amazing tales by talented writers! Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop. Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live by 9:00 AM Sunday, EST. Then we visit each other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good. 
             Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found HERE
            This week's snippet is from my WIP, "The Sands of Dhor".  Lily, abducted from Earth by alien slavers, is with Theusand--who seems to have rescued her from the slavers. His race can communicate mind to mind.  They have stopped on a world while en-route to his Dominion. They're visiting people he knows. She suspects he has some connection to them that he is keeping from her. They live in a cave system to escape detection of slavers. It's evening and their underground village has gathered for storytime. The Elder Spense is telling the children what the world used to be like. I've skipped a couple of paras.

When the children were all settled again, Spense looked at something distant, something Lily couldn’t see. She suspected none of them saw it because it was somewhere in his yesteryears. His eyes misted over. “Children… We were all children then, relishing the innocence of a world unchallenged by hatred or greed. Our world was a garden, and peace and love were the crops we grew."

“It is where our beliefs were nurtured, that we can work together and survive, we can be kind to each other without fear of fault or weakness, we can forgive the trespasses by others on our goods and our hearts, and most of all, that we can love without end."

That's it for this week.  All opinions greatly appreciated. :-) Thank you so much for visiting and for commenting!

Sunday, February 3, 2019

Weekend Writing Warriors February 3, 2019


Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors


   It's time for snips and bits of amazing tales by talented writers! Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop. Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live by 9:00 AM Sunday, EST. Then we visit each other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good. 
             Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found HERE
            This week's snippet is from my WIP, "The Sands of Dhor".  Lily, abducted from Earth by alien slavers, is with Theusand--who seems to have rescued her from the slavers. His race can communicate mind to mind.  They have stopped on a world while en-route to his Dominion. They're visiting people he knows. She suspects he has some connection to them that he is keeping from her. They live in a cave system to escape detection of slavers. It's evening and their underground village is gathering. Storytime. The Elder Spense is the first to speak. Last week's snippet ended with: "

It was a child’s story, much like a fairy-tale, but no real world could be so beautiful, so peaceful, so full of wonders.
Creative punctuation ahead:

“Our people...” he looked around at the children,” Your people, came from the stars, the  panspora, spread out as the night sky above. They answered the call to a garden where they would be safe, welcome, and living amongst neighbors they would not fear.

“And so they came: The builders, the cooks, the people who worked the land, singers and storytellers, poets and dreamers, those who would lead--and those who would follow." He paused, probably for effect, then added, "And it was good."

“Their journeys were hard but they were accomplished with glad determination. Our people were coming home, and all of its comforts waited for them."


That's it for this week.  All opinions greatly appreciated. :-) Thank you so much for visiting and for commenting!

Sunday, January 27, 2019

Weekend Writing Warriors January 27, 2019


Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors


   It's time for snips and bits of amazing tales by talented writers! Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop. Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live by 9:00 AM Sunday, EST. Then we visit each other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good. 
             Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found HERE
            This week's snippet is from my WIP, "The Sands of Dhor".  Lily, abducted from Earth by alien slavers, is with Theusand--who seems to have rescued her from the slavers. His race can communicate mind to mind.  They have stopped on a world while en-route to his Dominion. They're visiting people he knows. She suspects he has some connection to them that he is keeping from her. They live in a cave system to escape detection of slavers. It's evening and their underground village is gathering. Storytime. Creative punctuation ahead.
  
 

Others wandered into the large room, hauling their own cushions and small rugs. Candles flickered on shelves carved into the rock, their amber light casting dancing shadows on dark walls and expectant faces. Children snuggled into parent’s laps, their wide-eyed faces searching the group.  From somewhere in the cave system, an animal bleated.  

When everyone was seated, Elder Spense cleared his throat, “Once, our people were free. We roamed  our world, near and far, until a dark day came when we fell under the shadows of large ships sailing our skies. That is the tale of our now. For the children, first I will tell of our past.”
Lily couldn’t have turned away if she’d wanted to. It was a child’s story, much like a fairytale, but no real world could be so beautiful, so peaceful, so full of wonders.

That's it for this week.  All opinions greatly appreciated. :-) Thank you so much for visiting and for commenting!