Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. Happy March! The month of mud--where I live. 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 Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live by 9:00 AM Sunday, EST.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. Narge, one of the villagers is telling the tale of the Bulragers invading their world to gather slaves. Last week ended with:Their bones were left scattered on the barren lands and the sun shining in the rainless sky bleached them ghostly white. Creative punctuation ahead--to comply with guidelines. :-)
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. Narge, one of the villagers is telling the tale of the Bulragers invading their world to gather slaves. Last week ended with:Their bones were left scattered on the barren lands and the sun shining in the rainless sky bleached them ghostly white. Creative punctuation ahead--to comply with guidelines. :-)
His hands clenched into fists at his sides when he directed a hard look at Elder Spense.
“Love and forgiveness will not bring back our garden." Then he looked around the room as he continued. "Besides, that ilk would
simply come and destroy us all over again. That is, if the Bulragers don’t find
our scattered survivors first.”
When he finished, a small woman rose.
She brushed wisps of gray hair back from her dark eyes. Her leathery face was lined
with wrinkles, the kind that a lifetime of smiles and tears puts there. Her story began filling the silence, moving them all past the uncomfortable void left by Narge's fierce behavior at the end of his tale.
On it went, one after another, sharing
their history filtered through the memories of so many.
That's it for this week. All
opinions greatly appreciated. :-) Thank you so much for visiting and for commenting!
A tragic story to listen to. Sadly, not very different from a lot of stories in our own history.
ReplyDeleteIt is. And being human, I can't help but draw from the history of our own kind. ;-)
DeleteThanks for visiting, Ian!
It'd be interesting to hear if everyone's story deals with the same events, or it they choose different events.
ReplyDeleteI was torn about how many tales to share, at what point the reader would turn a deaf ear (turn the page--skimming)if I included too many.
DeleteThanks for visiting, Ed! :-)
I love how emotional and descriptive this snippet is.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Carrie-Anne. :-)
DeleteI can feel the emotion in this snippet, the tragedy of loss and the underlying feelings of anger and helplessness.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Lyn! :-)
DeleteYou paint a remarkable snippet. Fascinating tale of woe.
ReplyDeleteThanks for driving this incredible snippet
You are so welcome, my friend., Thank you for visiting. :-)
DeleteI'm getting a double story. No problem on my side!
ReplyDeleteNot sure about the double story?? :-)
DeleteThe ritual of storytelling is powerful. Will Lily be asked to share hers, I wonder?
ReplyDeleteYes it is. Well crafted and manipulated words have driven more changes of power than elections and inheritance has :-) Thanks for visiting, Alexis.
DeleteTragic losses and sweet remembrances - I assume Lord Sand intends this visit to be a lesson to Lily.
ReplyDeleteIt didn't start out that way. It was simply a pleasant indulgence on The Sand's part. It's turned out to be more than that. though. Thanks for visiting, Aurora! :-)
DeleteI'm curious about the other stories. Definitely, this gives us another side of these beings.
ReplyDeleteIt does. One more story coming up. :-) Thanks, Karen!
DeleteIt seems Lily will find a great deal to relate to here, though it must bring up painful memories as well.
ReplyDeleteYes, and yes. :-) Her turn is coming up. :-)Thanks for visiting, Christina!
DeleteGreat snippet, Teresa! You can really feel the underlying emotion of the stories
ReplyDeleteThank you, Elyzabeth! :-)
DeleteGreat snippet. Will Lily be expected to share her story?
ReplyDeleteComing up. :-) Thanks for visiting, Aldrea!
DeleteI love the passion in the dialogue. :D
ReplyDeleteThanks, Amy!
DeleteA time-honored way of ensuring that the real history lives on. Good snippet.
ReplyDeleteThe oral tradition--the only option for centuries of commoners' illiteracy. When I was a young child, I spent hours sitting next to my grandma's rocking chair while she told stories of years long-past. Dare I say--there is something exceedingly beautiful about a story being told out loud. Oh...books are pretty wonderful as a story vehicle too. ;-) Thanks for visiting, Diane!
DeleteI feel that the old man well represents people who have been through so much that there is nothing left inside them. They keep on going out of habit more than anything else. This is a very realistic representation of what tyranny and war do to people.
ReplyDeleteHi Cara. I think that is an excellent observation about Narge. Part of me feels bad for him that he has so much anger. But, he still has hope for a better future, but I guess he's a realist--that it will take violence to finally reach a place of peace and contentment. :-) Thanks for visiting!
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