Weekend Writing Warriors: June 28, 2015

 

                 Hello, Warriors-- my favorite writers in the whole wide world. :-) It's the last wewriwa in June! Hard to believe. :-) Another week has passed and it's time for the Writing Warriors to gather together again. :-)If your post is always what appears when your link is clicked on the linky list--or if you sign up with a direct link to your weekly post,  please skip all the stuff in red--except for the mention that we're looking for another moderator or two. :-)
             A quick reminder: when your link is clicked on the linky list, your wewriwa post must be what appears at the top of the page. If you have something else going on that Sunday that you need to post for, then please... make your signup on the wewriwa list a direct link to your wewriwa post. That way, it doesn't matter what is at the top of the page on your blog, the participant (or moderator) clicking your link will be taken to your #8sunday post. :-)
             I know :-) It seems like everything we do is geared toward making it easier for the moderators--and in truth, we try really hard to do that. Moderators (selflessly giving up their time to count sentences each week) are hard to come by. We always have our eyes open for another moderator, by the way. Any volunteers? It doesn't pay much--just a permanent promo spot  for your published book on our wewriwa page. ;-)
             If you have trouble with a direct link (difficult blogging platform etc) and you need to change your link, please let us know before Sunday morning. You can email me at cypherbuss at yahoo dot com, or wewriwa at yahoo dot com, or leave a comment beneath the weekly sign up post at wewriwa dot com.
            Okay, moving on...:-)

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 Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, to go live between noon, Saturday, and 9:00 AM Sunday EST.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. 
                 Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found HERE 

This is Chapter 3 from my SFR WIP, Across The Night Sky . The heir to the throne has been abducted, and his guards are traveling in space. They've located the ship they think he's on. It looks like it was attacked. Last week ended with a glimpse at Dhurstan.
Dhurstan shifted in his seat. “Pull up your big-guard pants, Eedar; you’re about to see it a whole lot closer.”


We continue from there:

Abraxum scolded, “Get your head into the task. Frabrand, unlock the charge box. Distribute hand weapons to everyone.”

Norstar started navigating around the perimeter of the large, unmarked ship. “Its gravity spin is still functioning.”

Another minute went by with their external lights continually sweeping over the ship's surface. A circular port came into view. Its dimensions and clamp pattern appeared to meet Empiric standards.  Norstar matched the SciCult ship’s slow rotation while Dhurstan aligned their port with the larger ship’s. He initiated auto-dock and lifted his hands from the controls.

 

That's it. What works? What doesn't? I'm so very grateful for any comment or criticism you leave. :-)

Weekend Writing Warriors: June 21, 2015

 

Happy first day of summer! Well, first partial day of summer. It kicks off at 12:38 PM here. Another week has passed and it's time for the Writing Warriors to gather together again. :-)

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, 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. 
                 Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found HERE 

This is Chapter 3 from my SFR WIP, Across The Night Sky . The heir to the throne has been abducted, and his guards are traveling in space, watching the scanners while they try to find him. The final sentence last week was spoken by Abraxum--and the snippet cut him off  mid-sentence: " Abraxum spoke even and low. ”Weapons at the ready.

     Norstar, find the dock.”

     “I’m looking. Maybe they don’t have one. Maybe they transport themselves like they do  their captives.   Maybe…”

     “Find the dock.”

     “Yes sir.”

     Eeadartha's inexperience was obvious in his youthful, wide-eyed expression when he said, “I never thought I’d see a Science Culture ship up close like this.”

     Dhurstan shifted in his seat. “Pull up your big-guard pants, Eedar; you’re about to see it a whole lot closer.”

 

That's it. What works? What doesn't? I'm so very grateful for any comment or criticism you leave. :-)

Weekend Writing Warriors June 14, 2015

 

Happy flag day if you live in the USA. Happy Sunday to everyone else. :-) 

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, 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. 
                 Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found HERE 

This is Chapter 3 from my SFR WIP, Across The Night Sky . The heir to the throne has been abducted, and his guards are traveling in space, watching the scanners while they try to find him. The final sentence last week was: " Abraxum’s tone stifled Dhurstan's protest--just as he’d meant it to, leaving no squirm room for the rest of the men.”

The two days it took to catch the Sci-Cult ship dragged on unmercifully. Finally close enough to maneuver into a follow pattern that avoided the larger ship's engine-wash, they engaged their external lights.

“What in the name of the Giver…” Dhurstan’s words trailed off.

Abraxum studied the screen displaying live feed of the torn exterior—peeled back like a mighty hand had grasped it in anger.

Norstar cleared his throat, and when he spoke, the barely masked alarm in his voice was unsettling. “If someone can actually do that to those jecking poachers, we’d best avoid them. Their might must be immeasurable.”

Abraxum spoke even and low. ”Weapons at the ready.

Yep. Abraxum has been cut off, mid-sentence. :-)

That's it. What works? What doesn't? I'm so very grateful for any comment or criticism you leave. :-)

Weekend Writing Warriors: June 7, 2015

  Hello all. I hope you had a good week--and you had lots of time to write. :-)

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, 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. 
                 Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found HERE 

This is Chapter 3 from my SFR WIP, Across The Night Sky  . The heir to the throne has been abducted, and his guards are traveling in space, watching the scanners while they try to find him. The final 2 sentences last week, spoken by Dhurstan while co-piloting the ship.: " We have another hit behind us. And they’re not even trying to hide."

This week's excerpt picks up from there.   Note* creative punctuation may be in use.

Abraxum's hand reflexively went to the pommel of his sword. “Who or what is back there?  Another SciCult  ship?”

“Cordotions.”

“Maintain silence. No contact.”

“It might be Burmandar…he could aid us.”

“Or it might not be him. We can’t chance it.” Abraxum’s tone stifled Dhurstan's protest--just as he’d meant it to, leaving no squirm room for the rest of the men.”

 That's it. What works. What doesn't? ) I'm grateful for every comment you leave. :-)