Weekend Writing Warriors January 29, 2017

Hello fellow Warriors (and Snippeteers)! If you are interested in a sidebar promo spot, please read the note at the end of this post. :-)

Welcome to the end of January and to another week of snips and bits of amazing writing 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 Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live by before 9:00 AM Sunday, EST. (We check signups to 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. 

This week's snippet:  After Earth's invasion, Lily was captured by the wasp-like alien (Bulrager) slavers. She's been subjected to a sort of alien fight-club they have, something to kill time while they journey through space to where they sell their slave cargo. Jobe is Lily's dog.  Jean is one of three other humans she's found so far in her large holding cell. Jean, his girlfriend, Mirelle, and their friend, Maurice. They are from France, but hey, once you start cruising among the stars, France is like right next door to the USA, huh? :-)

Two more times she sat beside the psychotic alien and watched slaves beat each other half to death. Twice he tried his best to convince her to come of her free will to his quarters, tempting her with everything imaginable--better  food, better clothing, a comfortable bed, next to him of course.

Each time, she found a way around his questions. But it was easy to see that his patience had worn about as thin as her chances of escape. Damn thin.When he came to get her a third time, and to collect fighters, she tried as before to pass Jobe off to Jean, but things went about as wrong as things could go.

 

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

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Weekend Writing Warriors: January 22, 2017

Hello fellow Warriors (and Snippeteers)!  And Welcome! :-)

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  Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live before 9:00 AM Sunday EST.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:  After Earth's invasion, Lily was captured by the wasp-like alien (Bulrager) slavers. She's been subjected to a sort of alien fight-club they have, something to kill time while they journey through space.  She is in jeopardy.   This week is a glimpse of the wanna-be hero, Theusand, an empath assigned duty on board this leased ship. The "she" referred to is the MC, Lily. "Intellektai" is what her designation is in his Dai Klavven Empire.

Theusand stood barefooted on the lone wooden floor on the ship, absorbing the natural energy flowing from it.  Turning the direction he sensed was toward Jebatar, star, guide, and god at once, he knelt and prayed. He reached into a fold of his hooded robe and removed a string of empath beads. Humming a single note as each silky-smooth orb slipped through his fingers, he allowed each repetition to take him further away until the outside world fled, leaving him alone in his mind. 

While he prayed, he intermittently felt her presence, but when he tried to look through her eyes to locate her, there was only darkness. She was asleep; he was sensing her dreams. He needed her awake, and he needed to feel her emotions to find her. An intellektai so blatantly afraid had to mean an illegal act was underway.

 

 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 January 15, 2017

Hello fellow Warriors (and Snippeteers)! :-) Halfway through January already! Putting this post together, I realized I have not posted from my WIP, Dai Klavven, since November 6th. Holy cow! I didn't mean for that to happen. Onward...

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: "So this must be how they pass the long days between capturing slaves, and unloading them somewhere out in the hinterlands of space to sell to the highest bidder.”        

We continue from there...

The guards held sticks that sizzled, sending blue-white sparks from their tips. Some sort of shock prod? The giants seemed to know what they were, and gave a wide berth to the Bulragers carrying them.

Just inside the door, two guards and four fighters stood behind a chest high wall. A lot of good that flimsy thing would do. Even she could see that it offered zero protection against those monsters. They gave the men clubs and then sent two of them against the huge naked fighter. 

It was a massacre: The guards stopped the fight while the men still moved, and they dragged them out of the ring. They threatened flabby with their shock sticks until they had him backed up against the wall.

Next they sent the hairy  giant in and turned the other two men loose with clubs.

 

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