Weekend Writing Warriors January 31, 2016

Hello all.  Holy cow--the end of January! Welcome back to another week of sharing your writing with other 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  Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live between noon, Saturday, and 9:00 AM Sunday EST.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

I'm excerpting from  my 2014 Nano WIP, Scifi/Dystopian. Working title: Dai Klavven. Last week, after an explosion and a wall collapsed on her comrades, the MC is the last survivor in her group. She lobs a grenade at the advancing enemy (aliens), then runs. The last line was:  "Please dear God, let the rest of the aliens be dead, not behind me searching through the rubble for survivors, or for hidden bunkers full of kids."

 

We pick up from there:

    

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. Well, where Buzzy Bill’s used to be.
 She raced to the cover of the wooded ravine, then stumbled down the steep slope. Slogging through ankle deep muck at the bottom,  and clawing her way up the other side felt like it took forever. Her muscles burned, but she pushed on through thick brush and brambles.  After clearing the worst of it, she stopped and leaned forward placing her hands on her knees, and tried to catch her breath. 

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.

        

    

That's it. Things don't look so good for our heroine. Thank you for reading it. I learn from your feedback--and I'm so grateful for any insight you share.

Weekend Writing Warriors January 24, 2016

Hello all.  Welcome back to another week of sharing your writing with other writers.  If you were/are in the path of  Jonas (the winter storm) I hope you're warm and safe. Please be careful cleaning up the mess it left behind.
          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  Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live between noon, Saturday, and 9:00 AM Sunday EST.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

I'm excerpting from  my 2014 Nano WIP, Scifi/Dystopian. Working title: Dai Klavven. Last week, after an explosion and a wall collapsed on her comrades, the MC is the last survivor in her group. She lobs a grenade at the advancing enemy (aliens), then runs. The last line was:  She stumbled, but found her balance and kept running. " 

 

We pick up from there:

     Moving at a good clip, she jumped over and around 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 must look like. 

     A glance over her shoulder was motivation to give it her all. They’d taken the bait and were running after her. They should have sounded like a stampeding herd of wildebeests, but their pursuit was nearly silent.  Her quick estimate was that at least a dozen of the ruthless killers were on her heels and they were gaining.   

     As she ran, her words came out in nearly soundless prayer. "Please dear God, let the rest of the aliens be dead, not behind me searching through the rubble for survivors, or for hidden bunkers full of kids."

    

That's it. Thank you for reading it. I learn from your feedback--and I'm so grateful for any insight you share.

Weekend Writing Warriors January 17th, 2016

Hello all.  Welcome back to another week of sharing your writing with other 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 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

  I'm excerpting from  my 2014 Nano WIP, Scifi/Dystopian. Working title: Dai Klavven. Last week, after an explosion and a wall collapsed on her comrades, the MC is hiding behind rubble while the enemy advances. She realized she was the last defender left alive.  They'd been protecting a bunker full of children. The last line was spoken by the enemy (alien):   "We need live ones.”."

 

     She had to bite her tongue to keep from shouting that it was too late for that, assholes. They 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, finally striking pay dirt. 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? If you live through it, come and get me, you murdering bastards!”

     Locking eyes with indigo hatred, she lobbed the grenade at him then fled-- leading them away from the bunker.  The explosion  nearly knocked her off her feet. She stumbled, but found her balance and kept running.

That's it. Thank you for reading it. I learn from your feedback--and I'm so grateful for any insight you share.

Have a great week.

Weekend Writing Warriors January 10, 2016

Hello all.  Welcome back to another week of sharing your writing with other 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 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

  I'm excerpting from  my 2014 Nano WIP, Scifi/Dystopian. Working title: Dai Klavven. Last week I shared the opening lines. The last line was:  

"She was it--the last defense before the bunker sheltering a dozen children and the two old women caring for them was attacked."

     She lay motionless, watching them advance through  piles of collapsed  yesterday, crumbled yesteryear. Seemingly fearless and walking tall, they suddenly halted, then raised their arms in what looked like a salute to an approaching alien. It was clad in armor so blue it looked black.

     Her heart pounded and her mind raced. Could she be that lucky--had they just given away rank?  A startling and sickening discovery followed; seven-foot-something of blue-black evil spoke in stilted Earth English. How long had they been watching us before the invasion?

     Another slicing sound, and the alien weapon tore through the air above her.

     Blue-black shouted, “Stop weapons. We need live ones.”

That's it. Thank you for reading it. I learn from your feedback--and I'm so grateful for any insight you share.

Have a great week.

Weekend Writing Warriors January 3, 2016

Hello all.  Happy 2016! I hope you have your writing goals set, and that you'll continue to make #8sunday one of them. 
          Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, 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 week, I'm excerpting from  my 2014 Nano WIP, Scifi/Dystopian. Working title: Dai Klavven 

I'll go ahead and share the opening lines:

A noise, like a giant piece of paper tearing, sliced through the air. It was the only warning of their helix weapon discharge. Blue light corkscrewed above Lily.  A split second later, the old sandstone foundation behind her exploded. Bits of rubble pelted her in her forward position, but the collapsing stone wall in the rear buried the few remaining fighters in her group.   

She blinked, grasping for bearings. Around her, the lack of sound matched the lack of movement. No cries, no moans, just dust mingling with smoke in the hot breeze. More humans forever silenced. She was it--the last defense before the bunker sheltering a dozen children and the two old women caring for them was attacked.

  

That's it. Thank you for reading it. I learn from your feedback--and I'm so grateful for any insight you share.

Have a great week.