Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors where we share snips and bits of amazing tales by talented authors and writers. Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished (we like it all) on their own blog to go live by 9:00 AM each Sunday. Then we visit each other and read and 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, is HERE
This week's snippet is from my scifi WIP, Dhor'en Sands. Lily, (Abducted from Earth) the MC, is gathered with a group of rebels around a fire and they're telling tales--their respective histories, mostly.
Last week ended with: On it went, one after another, sharing their histories filtered through the memories of so many.
We pick up from there. Note* Creative punctuation used at times to stay within 8 to 10 sentences max.
Lily listened, sucked into the tales of hardship, of these people fleeing slavers and oppression. The stories of disease and starvation while on the run were heartbreaking. Interspersed among the grave recollections of facing unbeatable odds, there were stories of triumph in the face of certain loss.
Drawn into their ongoing struggle for escape, most of all she marveled at the goodness and hope they somehow still carried.
As different people shared, she sensed it was about more than simply running and hiding from the monsters trying to own them. There was something else going on. There was an organized resistance at work here.
Through all the tales, Theusand’s emotions trickled through to her. He was different among these people. He was a better man here, but which man was really him? Elder Spense jerked her out of her thoughts when he carried a flask her way.
That's it for this week. I'm truly grateful for any comment or critique you share. Thanks for visiting!