Scattered Bones: Weekend Writing Warriors

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. Last wewriwa post of February 2019! March is just around the muddy, windy, icy, snowy, slushy corner. ;-)

   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 Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live by 9:00 AM Sunday, EST.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 has gathered for storytime. Narge, one of the villagers is telling the tale of the Bulragers invading their world to gather slaves. Last week ended with: Forcibly, the diaspora of our people had begun again.  Creative punctuation ahead--to comply with guidelines. :-)

“Children were dragged away from their mothers’ arms, and fathers were beaten and chained for trying to protect their families.

“Then the invaders scorched our land and destroyed our crops to force us into nonresistance. We prayed for the evil, the pain, the death... to stop.

“Instead, the Slatheks came, our worst nightmare, cruel beyond belief. They mined our beautiful world for every mineral they could haul. Sucking entire lakes dry, they annihilated the grasses and the flowers, the trees and the animals. 

"The Bulragers rented our people to them for labor.

“The worst, though, was that they were carnivores—of the basest kind. Many of our brothers and sisters, even babes still nursing at their mothers’ breasts, perished in their soup pots. Their bones were left scattered on the barren lands and the sun shining in the rainless sky bleached them ghostly white.

  Now you have it--what happened to their very own Shangrila...

That's it for this week.  All opinions greatly appreciated. :-) Thank you so much for visiting and for commenting!

Evil From The Sky: WeWriWa Feb 17, 2019

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 has gathered for storytime. The Elder Spense has just told the children what the world used to be like. Creative punctuation ahead--to comply with guidelines. :-)

When the Elder finished, Lily sat in silence, basking in the spell he’d cast.

Without warning, a thunderous voice boomed, “Then evil came from the sky!”

As Lily straightened herself after nearly falling off her cushion, she glanced around and saw others doing the same. At least she wasn’t the only one startled half to death. 

Theusand’s words filtered into her mind. “That is Narge, still bitter over the land and home that he lost.”

When Narge continued, his voice was lower, but he gestured wildly with his hands, his facial expressions went from frightened to fierce.  “The Bulragers, a cruel and greedy race of slavers, came from the sky, from our beautiful blue sky. They captured a great number our people and hauled us away, out into the stars. Forcibly, the diaspora of our people had begun again. 

Ahhh, the Bulragers have reentered the story. That's it for this week.  All opinions greatly appreciated. :-) Thank you so much for visiting and for commenting!