Weekend Writing Warriors: September 6, 2015

Hello, Warriors-- my favorite writers in the whole wide world. :-)  It's time for the Warriors to gather  again. :-) I've been off for a few. Had some family things going on. But I'm back--and glad for it. I missed you guys!      

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 Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, to go live between noon, Saturday, and 9:00 AM Sunday EST.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 is Chapter 4 from my SFR WIP, Across The Night Sky . The protagonists have just defended against a second onslaught by the predators. Kuylrh is alert now, and Rissa is doctoring him. There is now a small group gathered where they are, banding together against the man-eaters.

We continue from there:

His hand pressed against his chest and blood seeped between his fingers. She swallowed the lump in her throat and willed herself to be calm. “God, don’t you dare die on me. Together, we might make it out of here alive.”  She took off her shirt, and balled it up with the cleanest side out. Then she pressed it against his wound while she looked for something to hold it in place.

           There was a blue cloth wrapped around his neck; she gave it a gentle pull. A strange and incredibly ill-timed smirk settled across his lips.       
 

That's it. What works? What doesn't? I'm so very grateful for any comment or criticism you leave. :-)

Weekend Writing Warriors: August 9, 2015

 

                 Hello, Warriors-- my favorite writers in the whole wide world. :-)  Another week has passed, so it's time for the Warriors to gather  again. :-)     

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 Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, to go live between noon, Saturday, and 9:00 AM Sunday EST.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 is Chapter 4 from my SFR WIP, Across The Night Sky . This week, a bit of thinking of going on.  Last week, the reader got a good look at the male MC  from the female MC's POV.  He's been injured. The final sentence was:
The corners of his lips turned up, then he relaxed against her shoulder and closed his eyes.

We continue from there:

At every sound, pin-prickles rose on her skin: metal groaning, an animal caterwauling, and a intermittent drip somewhere in the black unknown. She studied the man slumped against her shoulder. What was he? 

She should run. She should at least be afraid of him. Names drifted to her from a history class she wished she'd paid more attention in: Attila, Genghis, Alaric. Christ, didn’t they butcher women and children along with the men? She looked into the darkness, focusing on nothing while she thought it through. In the end, she decided he was in no shape to hurt her anyway. 

      
 

That's it. What works? What doesn't? I'm so very grateful for any comment or criticism you leave. :-)