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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unpublished, on their own blog to go live by 9:00 AM Sunday,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 is telling the children what the world used to be like. I've skipped a couple of paras.
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 is telling the children what the world used to be like. I've skipped a couple of paras.
When the children were all settled again, Spense
looked at something distant, something Lily couldn’t see. She suspected none of
them saw it because it was somewhere in his yesteryears. His eyes misted over. “Children…
We were all children then, relishing the innocence of a world unchallenged by
hatred or greed. Our world was a garden, and peace and love were the crops we
grew."
“It is where our beliefs were nurtured,
that we can work together and survive, we can be kind to each other
without fear of fault or weakness, we can forgive the trespasses by others
on our goods and our hearts, and most of all, that we can love without end."
A poignant story - a good build-up to the inevitable disaster that must await them :(
ReplyDeleteSounds very idealistic . . . as in impossibly so. I agree with Ian -- a disaster looms for them.
ReplyDeleteWell, that sounds like a perfect world. Definitely not something that will last long.
ReplyDeleteA world that many strive for. Yet, something obviously happened to destroy all that peace and love.
ReplyDeleteDelicious, Teresa. WOW for the story.
ReplyDeleteSomehow my writing doesn't happen. What the heck, dear friend. Do your magic, please.
Lovely vision. Hope they haven't given up completely.
ReplyDeleteIt's important to have hope! Great snippet. :D Also, I forgot to change the time on my post, but it's live now!
ReplyDeleteI presume the current world is not like in the lovely one in his stories.
ReplyDeleteThese are very beautiful thoughts. If only we could all abide by them.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful story. I like that line 'peace and love were the crops we grew.'
ReplyDelete"Our world was a garden, and peace and love were the crops we grew."
ReplyDeleteMy heart...
It was probably extremely moving to hear him explain all of this. The emotion is powerful! and of course makes the reader want to know what happened to upset the paradise they were in. Great snippet!
ReplyDeleteA story of hope. At least, so far.
ReplyDeleteHis telling of the days of yesteryear must mean times have changed. I'm curious what it's like now.
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