Welcome Warriors, and Snipsuns. Did you get to see the moon last night? We got a few peeks between clouds, making for great photos.
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 Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, to go live between noon, Saturday and 9:00 AM Sunday EST.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.
Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found HERE
Arriving at the dock (number 6 as instructed) The boat that will take them upriver into the Firce Mountains. Creative punctuation in use.
A man emerged from the boat; his face looked like old leather, wrinkle upon brown wrinkle, and his hair was as gray as the weather-worn boards beneath their feet. Sunshine and water appeared to have aged the boat driver’s clothing as well, fading it to pastel memories of the color it once had been. He reached out to steady each of them as they stepped across the narrow span between dock and boat. Unless Kad was mistaken, the driver’s voice carried a tone of mirth, as if he were speaking through a hidden smile when he said,“I’m Wiley. Fode filled me in. You, with the hood shading your face? Keep it up until I tell you the worst of the threat is behind us.”
That's it. What jumps out at you, good or bad? I'd love to hear it. Thank you so, so much for reading this.
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