Weekend Writing Warrior: January 12, 2014

Welcome Warriors, and Snipsuns, and anyone else who wanders in. Here we are...already drifting toward the middle of January. For anyone who completed 50,000 words for the NaNoWriMo challenge, a reminder that some of the discounts (prizes) expire at the end of January. One expires as early as the 15th.

If you haven't taken the time to answer the five short survey questions in our Weekend Writing Warriors poll, please do. The link is HERE . Wewriwa has been hosting all you talented writers for almost a year now. The admins thought it might be a good time to take stock to see how we're doing --in the eyes of everyone who is using, or has used the site. Not promising changes, but we're listening; we'd love to hear from you. It's important to us because you, the participants, are what makes this site work. Please feel free to share that link and spread the word.

Finally: Weekend writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop. Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, to go live between noon, Saturday and 9:00 AM Sunday EST.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.

The Snippet Sunday group can be found HERE

This is from a WIP, a fantasy story. Working title is: "Taydan: Child Denied"The ruler, Deamante, has just become a father.  The unthinkable has happened--the child was born unacceptable.  The air is thick with tension as the moments following the birth tick by. To see a compilation of snippets previously posted from this chapter, click HERE.

Creative punctuation at work to stay within wewriwa's guidelines. :-)

After he was done shouting at the only god he’d ever loved, all was silent save for the newborn’s soft baby noises. The small sounds swirled around Deamante, compounding the dizzying effects of grief coupled with rage. He fell to his knees, his breathing a fierce rush through gritted teeth while petrified onlookers didn’t move a muscle.

His breaths growing quieter and quieter were finally soundless. He slowly stood, and looking at no one in particular, said, “God does not exist.” There was no shouting, no elaboration, just the strangely controlled proclamation that caused everyone who witnessed it to tremble. Shadows of a vastly changed future flickered in their eyes; an edict had been given.

The healer cleared his throat twice before his trembling voice emerged, "Shall I do away with it, my Lord?" 

That's it. (sorry for the cliffhanger)  What jumps out at you, good or bad ? I'd love to hear it and am truly grateful for every bit of criticism, opinion, and shared wisdom.  Thank you so much for visiting!