Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors
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unpublished, on their own blog to go live by 9:00 AM Sunday,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 my WIP, "The Sands of Dhor". Lily, abducted from Earth by alien slavers, is with Theusand--who seems to have rescued her from the slavers. His race can communicate mind to mind. They have stopped on a world while en-route to his Dominion. They're visiting people he knows. She suspects he has some connection to them that he is keeping from her. They live in a cave system to escape detection of slavers. It's evening and their underground village is gathering. Storytime. Creative punctuation ahead.
Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found HERE
This week's snippet is from my WIP, "The Sands of Dhor". Lily, abducted from Earth by alien slavers, is with Theusand--who seems to have rescued her from the slavers. His race can communicate mind to mind. They have stopped on a world while en-route to his Dominion. They're visiting people he knows. She suspects he has some connection to them that he is keeping from her. They live in a cave system to escape detection of slavers. It's evening and their underground village is gathering. Storytime. Creative punctuation ahead.
Others wandered into the large room,
hauling their own cushions and small rugs. Candles flickered on
shelves carved into the rock, their amber light casting dancing shadows on dark walls and expectant faces. Children snuggled into parent’s laps, their wide-eyed
faces searching the group. From somewhere in the
cave system, an animal bleated.
When everyone was seated, Elder Spense cleared his throat, “Once,
our people were free. We roamed our world,
near and far, until a dark day came when we fell under the shadows of large
ships sailing our skies. That is the tale of our now. For the children, first I
will tell of our past.”
Lily couldn’t have turned away if she’d
wanted to. It was a child’s story, much like a fairytale, but no real world could be
so beautiful, so peaceful, so full of wonders.