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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, June 16, 2018

Weekend Writing Warriors June 17, 2018



Happy June! 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 Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live by before 9:00 AM Sunday, EST.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 with Theusand. He's not a slaver, and he's just saved her again from being taken by  Dev Areen--a high-ranking slaver on board the transport ship. Now that it's over, she's realizing a new emotion...
          

Last week's snippet ended with (referring to Theusand):
She had to admit it; it was affection.
Please forgive creative punctuation used to stay within wewriwa guidelines. We continue from there:
 
And why wouldn’t she feel that for him? He was still rescuing her on a near-daily basis.  Then again, give her a gun or a damned Louisville slugger, and she’d save her own life.

At the other end of the hall, they exited through a featureless door, twin to the one they’d entered through before their stroll turned into a terror-inducing confrontation. 
While they climbed the steep, metal-grid  steps returning them to the deck above, Theusand's halting words felt weird, almost apprehensive as they popped into her mind. “Lily, we will go to the meditation room. I want to talk with you... without other ears or minds listening.”

Her legs quivered. Was it climbing stairs after months of not doing so, or was it a response to his wish to talk alone with her? Didn't matter; she had some things she wanted to talk about, too.



That ends the chapter.  All opinions greatly appreciated. :-) Thank you so much for visiting and
for commenting!

Saturday, June 2, 2018

Weekend Writing Warriors June 3, 2018


Happy June! 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 with Theusand. He's not a slaver-- he saved Lily, sort of.  He's Dhor'en; they communicate mind to mind. 
            The slaver, Dev Areen is demanding that Lily (he claims as his property) be returned to him. Theusand just proved that Lily can communicate via mind to mind, therefore cannot be enslaved.

Last week's snippet ended with (speaking about Dev Areen):
His evil grin returned, but this time it looked forced. He spun on his heel and then strutted away.
Please forgive creative punctuation used to stay within wewriwa guidelines. We continue from there:

 
Theusand's inner voice told her it was time to go. Thank God it was over. 
When she tried to move, her trembling legs failed her. He reached out and grasped her as she headed toward the floor then lifted her up to standing.  Leaning against him for support, she closed her eyes when his hands came up to the sides of her face.   
“Calm, Lily, he can't get through me to harm you.”  His words were infused with such... such tenderness. 
Warmth spread through her body and her shaking stopped. Gratitude suffused her, gratitude and something else. She had to admit it; it was affection.


It's the first time she's felt that for him. Here, it starts. That's it. All opinions greatly appreciated. :-) Thank you so much for visiting and
for commenting!

Saturday, May 26, 2018

Weekend Writing Warriors May 27, 2018








Happy beginning of the summer season--here in the USA. Also, this Monday is a day of remembrance for our military service members who gave all in service to their country.
 FYI, from:Memorandum for the Heads of Exec Depts and Agencies Subject: White House Program for the National Moment of Remembrance 
3 May 2000 
"Accordingly, I hereby direct all executive departments and agencies, in consultation with the White House Program for the National Moment of Remembrance (Program), to promote a “National Moment of Remembrance” to occur at 3 p.m. (local time) on each Memorial Day."To remember and reflect on the sacrifices made by so many to provide freedom for all."
Onward...
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 with Theusand. He's not a slaver-- he saved Lily, sort of.  He's Dhor'en; they communicate mind to mind. 
            The slaver, Dev Areen is demanding that Lily (he claims as his property) be returned to him. Theusand just proved that Lily can communicate via mind to mind, therefore cannot be enslaved.

Last week's snippet ended with:
“Captain, I am sure this demonstration met all requirements of legal proof.
Please forgive creative punctuation used to stay within wewriwa guidelines. We continue from there:

 
As he turned toward Dev Areen, the man’s eyes looked huge in his small head, like a frightened mouse. Stammering at first, he finally squeaked out, “I have confirmed she is as the Sand says, I-tellekti.”

Turning his killer eyes on Dev Areen next, Theusand said, “Do not try me. If you lay a hand on this female again, your heart will stop beating. Do you understand?”
Lily recoiled at the sensation accompanying his words, his voice like a sharp steel blade cutting through her mind. If they were as painful to the slaver, she couldn't tell.

Dev Areen puffed out his chest, made a show of yacking-up something in his throat, then spit on the floor at Theusand's feet. His evil grin returned, but this time it looked forced. He spun on his heel and then strutted away.



I don't think it's over with that disgusting creature. That's it. All opinions greatly appreciated. :-) Thank you so much for visiting and
for commenting!

Sunday, April 29, 2018

Weekend Writing Warriors April 29, 2018






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 with Theusand. He's not a slaver--and he saved Lily, sort of.  He's Dhor'en; they communicate mind to mind. 
            The slaver, Dev Areen is demanding that Lily (he claims as his property) be returned to him. So now we have a 'test' to prove that Lily can communicate via mind to mind, therefore cannot be enslaved.

Last week's snippet ended with:
He beat me, he threatened sexual assault. He lifted me off of the ground by my hair. He…

We continue from there:


  "Her painful thoughts halted. Everyone and everything fell away from the moment, just her and Lord Sand remained in her mind. Soothing warmth flowed through her, stilling her trembling.
Theusand said, “Enough, Lily. A poor choice on my part. It was not about what he did to you; it was about demonstrating you can communicate without saying the words out loud.”
Then her head was crowded again. The Sand’s tone shifted to stern when he continued. “Captain, I am sure this demonstration met all requirements of legal proof.


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

for commenting!

Sunday, April 22, 2018

Weekend Writing Warriors April 22, 2018






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 with Theusand. He's not a slaver--and he saved Lily, sort of.  He's Dhor'en; they communicate mind to mind. 
            The slaver, Dev Areen is demanding that Lily (he claims as his property) be returned to him. So now we have a 'test' to prove that Lily can communicate via mind to mind, therefore cannot be enslaved.

Last week's snippet ended with: "The Sand's words were a silent command. “Lily, tell the Captain what Dev Areen did to you.”  
Please forgive wonky punctuation--to stay within guidelines. 
This week's excerpt. The Sand speaks first:


  "Her head swam; was this really happening?  Whatever fragile tether to reality she had left was failing.
She concentrated on breathing, filling her lungs until her chest hurt. Then she exhaled, measured and even.  Her senses returned and images flashed through her mind.
Her words were silent, though her sobs were real enough as she narrated what she’d endured at the hands of the mad-slaver. “He beat me, he threatened sexual assault. He lifted me off of the ground by my hair. He…


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