Welcome Warriors, and Snipsuns. So glad you could stop by for a visit. :-)
Happy October. It feels like it here. We have a freeze warning tonight. That would make it the end of the 2014 growing season. :-( Time to gather the pumpkins and pick a last batch of beans.
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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 Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, to go live between noon, Saturday and 9:00 AM Sunday EST.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.
If you're new to Weekend Writing Warriors ( #8sunday ) , the best advice I can give you to make it work for you is to visit other people on the list, read their 8 sentences, then leave a comment. Most participants will give you a return visit and leave a comment.
Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found HERE
The travelers are on the boat that is taking them upriver into the Firce Mountains. Tayden asked Wiley(river driver) if his Maker ever answers when he talks to him. Wiley's answering him, telling him a story from "back before this hair was gray." :-) We are still in Kad's POV. Final sentence from last week: I looked up and seen that the man of different skin was already on board, leaning over the side with his hand reaching toward me."
I gripped his hand and he started pulling me up. All these years come and gone since that day, I still sometimes wonder about what happened next. At first I thought maybe I rung my bell real hard on the boat when I was fallin out. You see, when I looked up at that man, his face changed from a Soothman's to a Juman's, and then it changed again into an Albainne's,"He nodded toward Tayden. "He could’a been your brother. All the while he smiled, and his eyes was full of peace. He managed to calm me in the middle of that raging storm--and that still don't make a lick of sense."