Weekend Writing Warriors October 30, 2016

Hello fellow Warriors (and Snippeteers)! :-)

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  Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live before 9:00 AM Sunday EST. (We check signups and remove links when we don't find a wewriwa post-- to save our participants from clicking on empty links--so please have it live by 9:00 Sunday morning--eastern USA)  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: We're back to our main character,  Lily.  After Earth's invasion, she was captured by the wasp-like alien (Bulrager) slavers. She caught the attention of one of their military leaders who has forced her to go with him to another place in the ship. She's just realized that she is at a fighting ring.  Last week's snippet ended with this: "Trying to will away her fear was useless; it was here to stay."

We continue from there...

"Like so many times in the last couple of months when she’d been outnumbered or cornered, she told herself, “It’s not a good day to die.” Really, though, what day was? Her thoughts went to Ben and the girls—and the only way she’d ever get to see them again. If it took everything she had, she needed to come out of this with at least a shred of life left in her.

She watched the Bulrager guards bring in four men. There was no way they were from Earth--not the way their jaws jutted out even farther than their noses. But just like humans, they were small compared to the monsters waiting in the ring.

Dev Areen grabbed her hair and pulled her to the wall. A Bulrager lowered a ladder and blue-black shoved her in front of him then pointed at the bottom rungs. “Climb.”        

 That's it for this week. What works and what doesn't? I'm grateful for every bit of feedback you share.

Weekend Writing Warriors October 23, 2016

 

Hello fellow Warriors (and Snippeteers)! :-)  It's good to be back. I've been awfully busy, life things. Have a few busy weeks coming up, too. But this week I''m happy to be back and to have the time to peruse all of your wonderful snippets!

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 before 9:00 AM Sunday EST. (We check signups and remove links when we don't find a wewriwa post-- to save our participants from clicking on empty links--so please have it live by 9:00 Sunday morning--eastern USA)  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: We're back to our main character,  Lily.  After Earth's invasion, she was captured by the wasp-like alien (Bulrager) slavers. She caught the attention of one of their military leaders who has forced her to go with him to another place in the ship. She's just about to realize that she is at a fighting ring.  Last week's snippet ended with this: " Bulragers climbed makeshift ladders and ropes to reach seats perched on top of its rust-stained sides."

We continue from there...

" One of the aliens leaped to grasp the top of the wall then swung sideways to hook his leg on the upper edge. He hoisted himself up then another alien clapped him on the back. They sat next to each other, teeth clacking in their sick laughter.

 Jesus H Christ. Dev Areen’s words came back to her, actually one very specific word. “Entertainment.” This was a fight ring. She looked at hairy, and then at flabby, both giants among humans, even among the Bulragers. Trying to will away her fear was useless; it was here to stay."

        

 That's it for this week. What works and what doesn't? I'm grateful for every bit of feedback you share.

Weekend Writing Warriors October 2, 2016

 

Hello fellow Warriors (and Snippeteers)! :-)  Happy October. Hard to believe! :-)

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 before 9:00 AM Sunday EST. (We check signups and remove links when we don't find a wewriwa post-- to save our participants from clicking on empty links--so please have it live by 9:00 Sunday morning--eastern USA) 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: We're back to our main character,  Lily, and her dog Jobe, in a holding cell on an alien ship. The alien who abducted her has just begun recruiting prisoners by promising them extra food, better food. Lily did not volunteer, but then the alien pointed at her and told her to come with them. She asked another abductee (from Earth) to hold her dog so he doesn't follow. Last week's snippet ended with this: "This alien bastard has promised to kill him, and if I don’t come back, please take care of Jobe."

We continue from there...

He grabbed Jobe’s collar and gave her a quick nod, fear showing in his eyes as he glanced Dev Areen’s way. Her pup’s whining went straight to her heart when she headed the Bulrager’s direction. Hush, Jobe. Please dear God, don’t let that sicko notice him.

         With every dread-filled step, her mind spun, concocting a way to get out of this. But all her thinking was in vain; she followed like an animal being led to slaughter.  

After a half dozen hallways and as many turns,  they finally stopped. Nothing distinguished the door they stood in front of from the others they'd passed, but when it opened, beyond was nothing like the holding cell she'd just left. Easily twice the size, the center was surrounded by a metal wall she guessed to be seven or eight feet high. Bulragers climbed makeshift ladders and ropes to reach seats perched on top of its rust-stained sides.

Is she in a fighting ring??? That's it for this week. What works and what doesn't? I'm grateful for every bit of feedback you share.