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unpublished, on their own blog to go live by 9:00 AM Sunday,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 "The Sands of Dhor". Lily, abducted from Earth by alien slavers, is in a room on the ship with a portal she can see the outside through. She's recalling Earth's alien invasion. Last week's snippet ended with: And that had to be done not by soldiers, but by housewives and teachers, mill workers, grocery store clerks...moms, dads, and grandparents, fighting for our lives."
This week's snippet continues from there:Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found HERE
This week's snippet is from "The Sands of Dhor". Lily, abducted from Earth by alien slavers, is in a room on the ship with a portal she can see the outside through. She's recalling Earth's alien invasion. Last week's snippet ended with: And that had to be done not by soldiers, but by housewives and teachers, mill workers, grocery store clerks...moms, dads, and grandparents, fighting for our lives."
Even if we’d found a reliable
way to make kill shots through their armor, that helix weapon they used was
unbeatable. It was some kind of directed energy, and nothing, nothing at all
could defend against it.
Tears ran down her face. Maybe if we’d
gone nuclear on them? But we’d waited, fearing detonation on our own soil. Then
we’d waited until it was too late, and instead of self-destruction, they
destroyed us.
Behind Lily, the door opened. She didn’t
turn to see who it was. It could have been any of the Chays or the Sand.
Thoughts were silent. Clawed hands came
from behind, resting on her shoulders.
Clawed hands? Whoa! Wonderful set-up for chaos and life saving.
ReplyDeleteclawed hands doesn't sound too reassuring.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed the excerpt, more of her musings and then the startling moment of the clawed hands!
ReplyDeleteThat's a great way to bring us back into her current reality. Poignant and creepy.
ReplyDelete*shudder* ...clawed hands... *shudder*
ReplyDeleteThat last line is great. The claws make you think it means her harm, but then you begin to think it's a reassuring touch.
ReplyDeleteClawed hands? Who has those?
ReplyDeleteYikes! And in such a vulnerable moment too. I *think* the hands feel friendly though, clawed or not!
ReplyDelete*Gulp* Clawed hands, that's scary! Gret job of showing her contemplating the invsion of Earth - and it's a good point, by worrying about self-destruction, they brought it about themselves by waiting too long.
ReplyDeleteWhoa! The clawed hands on her shoulders almost made me jump! Nicely written snippet, Teresa!
ReplyDeleteThat's a nice cliff hanger to leave us with.
ReplyDeleteI have to wonder who the clawed hands belongs to. :) Friend or foe? Hoping friend. Or at least someone who wants to comfort her.
ReplyDeleteThat's the problem with facing a superior force--you have to use everything you've got! The clawed hands sound a bit scary, but there's no reason they *have* to be an enemy... Intriguing end!
ReplyDeleteOkay, you got all us freaking out over the clawed hands. Great place to end this snippet. Her anguished musing over what happened touched me. I can see it all happening. Fear of using nukes until it's too late anyway. Wow. This story really grabs me.
ReplyDeleteGah! That ending! :D
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