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Sunday, October 15, 2017

Weekend Writing Warriors October 15, 2017

Last call for First Page Reviews sign ups. The linky-list will close at the end of today. This is an October-only event where writers post the first one-thousand words of their novel or WIP. 
          The idea is simple--you post your first page or so--up to a thousand words. It's good promo if you've got something published that you'd like to get readers' eyes on. Or, if you share something unpublished, you get some feedback, and find out if readers would turn the page and continue reading.  Sign up here by clicking on: The First Page Review . On to this week's wewriwa.
            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 Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live by before 9:00 AM Sunday, EST.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 "The Sands of Dhor". 
Lily, abducted from Earth by alien slavers, is following Theusand. He's not a slaver.  He's Dhor'en; they communicate mind to mind. 
            They've left the section of the ship where he and his Chays (monks) are quartered. They've arrived at what she thinks might be the helm of the ship she's on, and there's a crewmember there--a different sort of alien. The last sentence last week was a thought that Lily had about Theusand aka Lord Sand: "
It’d take an idiot to prolong a meeting with the man who thought he was Lord of all."



The excerpt:




They moved away from the small group that had gathered a short distance away.  “Could he read my mind? I heard his thoughts,” Lily said.

“No... he is a lower, incapable of anything more than conversing. ”

“Like me?”

His brows furrowed. “Like you, how?”

“You know—like me—a lowly ‘lower’?”

His face relaxed, probably when understanding registered. “Right now, by definition, you are a lower, but if we reach an agreement, your classification will change.”

That's it. Please forgive creative punctuation used to get it to a semi-natural place to pause (and forgive the crazy formatting that Blogger is subjecting this blog to). 
 All feedback appreciated!

Sunday, October 8, 2017

Weekend Writing Warriors October 8, 2017

          First Page Review info first.  The wewriwa linky list is once again hosting the "First Page Review" blog hop. It runs from the 1st of October through the 31st. The deadlinne to sign the linky-list has been extended through next Sunday, the 15th.  
          The idea is simple--you post your first page or so--up to a thousand words. It's good promo if you've got something published that you'd like to get readers' eyes on. Or, if you share something unpublished, you get some feedback, and find out if readers would turn the page and continue reading.  Sign up here The First Page Review .
On to this week's wewriwa.
            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 before 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 "The Sands of Dhor".
I've skipped ahead a couple of paras. Lily, abducted from Earth by alien slavers, is following Theusand. He's not a slaver.  He's Dhor'en; they communicate mind to mind. 
            They've left the section of the ship where he and his Chays (monks) are quartered. It's the first time she's left that deck since Lord Sand rescued her from the slave fight ring in the belly of the ship.  They've arrived at what she thinks might be the helm of the ship she's on, and there's a crewmember there. The last sentence last week was spoken by him.
“You honor us with your presence, Lord Sand. Thank you for coming so soon.”



The excerpt:

The crewmember's fear-filled words echoed in her mind, then all went silent. Her mind felt confined, as though there were walls around it.  Theusand had shut her out.
This man must be capable of conversing on a high level. His long, pointed ears twitched forward, then back, jingling the metal earrings hanging from them. Then his eyes widened and his ears went straight up, as if in surprise. Her best guess was that the Sand was still talking with him
The exchange must have been brief and to the point. She’d wager that the crewmember had done everything possible to keep it that way. It’d take an idiot to prolong a meeting with the man who thought he was Lord of all.

What works and what doesn't? I'm grateful for every bit of feedback you share.

First Page Review Bloghop: Dhor'en Sands



Welcome to my post for The First Page Review October bloghop. I'm sharing the first 1000 words of my Novel in progress, "Dhor'en Sands"
If you'd like to sign up, the list is open for another week. The rules are simple. Post the first thousand words of your book or story, and link back to the list at: The First Page Review
If you take the time to read it, I'd love to know if you'd continue reading it, or if it fails to capture your interest.
  
The opening pages...

Lily cradled the photo in her hands. It was taken on a happy day, one way better than this one; she couldn’t think of a single day that wasn’t. Staying low, she twisted around to peer between broken bricks and shattered wood. Smoke blew her way mixed with dust, carrying the smell of civilization burning to the ground.  
Sobs threatened. She swallowed them while she studied the photo—like she’d done a thousand times before. Gracie’s freckled nose was a miniature of  her own, but Annie’s crooked smile was a mirror of her dad’s. He sat between them, pulling their daughters close. Ben. Their hero.
 Were they were even still alive? Tears spilled down her face. Ash in her eyes, she told herself, not the sorrow in her heart.
A helix blast howled by just above her head. Shit. The aliens had their location. She tucked the photo inside the note from Ben and crammed them into her pocket. Behind her, the old sandstone foundation exploded. Bits of rubble peppered her in her forward position, but the collapsing wall buried the few other fighters left in her group. 
Her eyes burned. Blinking, she grasped for bearings. Around her, the lack of sound matched the lack of movement—save for the acrid smoke blowing by. No cries. No moans.  More humans forever silenced. She was it—the last defense before the bunker sheltering a half dozen children and the two old women caring for them was discovered.
Motionless, flat on her belly, she spied between fragments of twisted rebar and concrete at  Bulragers advancing through piles of collapsed yesterday, crumbled yesteryear. Seemingly fearless and stepping tall, they jerked to a halt. She looked the direction they faced and saw a lone alien approach. Wasp-waisted and clad in armor so blue it looked black, it sent shudders rippling down her spine. The other aliens, murderer’s and thieves all, raised their arms in what looked like a salute. Had they given away rank?
 She lay still, training her ears on them. The new arrival, seven foot something of pure evil, spoke in nearly flawless English. She held her incredulity to silence, but the thought screamed in her head. How long, you sonsabitches? How long have you been watching and planning? Long enough to know our language along with our weaknesses. We’d underestimated them right from the start.
Another helix volley sliced through the air overhead. Her heart pounded and her mind raced. The kids.
 Blue-black shouted, “Cease weapons. We need live ones.”
Hell, it was way too late for that. The humans were dead, all but her and the group of innocent, terrified children.  Crunching footsteps closed in; she had no choice.
Her hands, bloody and broken, fumbled with a clip on her belt. She pulled out the object and raised it to her mouth. Spitting the pin from her teeth, she stood and screamed at the stunned creatures, “You want a live one? Come and get me, you killing scum!”
Locking eyes with indigo hatred, she lobbed the grenade at the blue-black leader then fled.  It was all she had left, leading them away. It’d at least give the kids a chance.  The explosion behind her nearly knocked her off her feet. Staggering, somehow she found her balance and kept going.
She sailed over and around the shattered remains, vestiges of buildings, trees, humans. Even with her focus on evade and escape, the carnage registered in freeze-frames—what the end of the world looked like. A glance over her shoulder spurred her on; they’d taken the bait and were in pursuit.
They should have sounded like a stampeding herd of wildebeests, but were nearly silent, and they were closing the distance between them. At least a dozen, from a quick count.  She hoped the missing aliens were dead, not behind her searching through the rubble for survivors or, God-forbid, hidden bunkers full of children.
A patch of green woods beckoned just beyond the battlefield.  A battlefield? For God’s sake, it was the parking lot for Buzzy Bill’s Superfoods, or where Buzzy’s used to be. She raced to the cover of the wooded ravine then stumbled down the steep slope. At the bottom, her swift getaway ceased while she slogged through calf-deep muck, then she clawed her way up the other side. Her muscles burned when she reached the top, but she pushed on through thick brush and brambles.  After she cleared the worst of it, she stopped and leaned over, placed her hands on her knees, and tried to catch her breath.
So desperate for air, her body nearly rebelled when she stopped breathing long enough to listen. They were already slopping through the mud in the ravine behind her. She took off, hurdling branches and ducking limbs. A shade bramble ripped her shirt and tore her skin, but the pain was a blip in her mind. Her sole thought was to run. Just run.
She didn’t stop to listen again. At the edge of the woods, maiden grass swayed in the hot wind. Beyond it, the playground, a stinging reminder of the normal that used to be before they came to rape, kill, and kidnap.
She’d often admired the tall and wispy wall of grass while watching her children swing and slide. Today, it sliced her cheek and her hand when she ran between clumps of it.
Breaking into open sunshine—and in plain sight of any alien vermin patrolling the area, she pushed herself. Faster.  The empty swings made an eerie squeak as she sprinted past, sending pin-prickles down her spine. Gusting wind pushed the chains harder. 
Lily’s heart lurched when movement caught her eye. Black and white fur appeared. She made little more than a hoarse sound when she tried to call, “Jobe, come puppy—time to hole-up for a while.” The Border Collie raced to her, his head dropped low and his tail half-tucked. Even the dog knew the world was being turned upside down.

Copyright 2017 by Teresa K Cypher  All Rights Reserved May not be  reproduced or used without explicit, written permission.

Thanks for reading!

Saturday, September 30, 2017

Weekend Writing Warriors October 1, 2017



   
            First Page Review info first.  The wewriwa linky list is once again hosting the "First Page Review" blog hop. It runs from the 1st of October through the 31st. If you missed the deadline to sign the linky list (last night at midnight), we can still add you. We'll need your information to sign you up.  

          The idea is simple--you post your first page or so--up to a thousand words. It's good promo if you've got something published that you'd like to get readers' eyes on. Or, if you share something unpublished, you get some feedback, and find out if readers would turn the page and continue reading.  Sign up here The First Page Review .
On to this week's wewriwa.
            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 before 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 "The Sands of Dhor".
I've skipped ahead a couple of paras. Lily, abducted from Earth by alien slavers, is following Theusand. He's not a slaver.  He's Dhor'en; they communicate mind to mind. 
            They've left the section of the ship where he and his Chays (monks) are quartered. It's the first time she's left that deck since Lord Sand rescued her from the slave fight ring in the belly of the ship.  Their conversation has become more of a debate and he always wins--by willing her into silence. in Lily's POV, the last sentence last week was spoken by him. "God is a concept best left for another walk, another talk.”


She mumbled through gritted teeth, “I can hardly wait to not have that conversation.”
He started walking again. When she turned and trailed behind  him, she wondered if he had summoned her like she was his dog, or if she’d automatically done it—for lack of anywhere else to go.
They passed through an area that was in stark contrast to the Sand’s quarters and the slaves’ holding cells. Instead of confined spaces, open rooms stood at opposite corners where long hallways intersected. A man who’d been at a table looking at an illuminated screen stood and hurried toward them. He bowed his head, and his eyes remained downcast when he said, “You honor us with your presence, Lord Sand. Thank you for coming so soon.”

What works and what doesn't? I'm grateful for every bit of feedback you share.