Eight Sentence Sunday #21

I present to you Eight Sentence Sunday, a blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Writing from a short story I’m working on.

One…two…three… she counted as she stepped onto the road. Her foot was in the air when the truck hit her, sending her flying. Cho made sure she rolled a little farther away giving every time advantage she could to her partner. Once stopped she made sure her face was still on, with robots photographic memory trouble could follow if your real face was on during a burglary.

As planned the robot rushed out of his truck. Well, as much as robots rushed anywhere Cho thought. The government had believed it would be an advantage to the general populous if robots themselves couldn’t go over a certain speed without vehicle accompaniment. Cho suspected that they had been paid off by some vehicle making companies, she knew how politicians were in this world. Not looking out for the safety of the public, but they would loudly lie to say that they were.

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Eight Sentence Sunday #20

I present to you Eight Sentence Sunday, a blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Writing from a short story I’m working on.

Tom heard shouts from the other end of the park, alarmed he turned his head wondering if he could fend off a mugger. It was June and Joyce, an old married lesbian couple from a couple apartments down. They argued often, but mostly because they couldn’t hear each other which led to them mishearing each other.

Letting out a sigh of relief he looked back at the dark shimmer of the pond in the moonless darkness.

Some of the ducks moved closer to him. He spoke out loud as if they could hear, “I don’t have any breadcrumbs left guys. I’ll bring some tomorrow.” At least the ducks depended on him.

He was ready to turn around and go to his apartment when the ducks responded with a loud quack. It made him jump, tilting the scooter off balance landing both him and it in the pond.

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Eight Sentence Sunday #19

I present to you Eight Sentence Sunday, a blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. This is some writing from the novel I wrote for Camp NNWM: Conwomen.

Patrick was the high priest of the religion of Hana. He enjoyed his position and had been one of the most aggressive in the line of priests. Animals had been acquired at a rapid rate while increasing the profits of the ship. Most called him goal oriented, sent by Kushami himself to finally finish this important mission. Patrick wasn’t sure he was sent by the god he represented or not. He had gotten this position to use its power for his personal goal; getting himself and his family to settle on a planet.

He promised himself that once this was accomplished his new goal would be to never board a space ship again. The things were horrible inventions that did not take care of the humans inside of it.

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Eight Sentence Sunday #18

I present to you Eight Sentence Sunday, a blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. This is some writing from the novel I’m writing for Camp NNWM: Conwomen.

Cho saw the old women she was to bless lying in the bed looking small and pale. There was no muscle on her bones as she hadn’t gotten out of the bed in a long time. Cho wondered if she could even help this woman. Was she dealing with old age as best as any person could?

“My name is Cho.” She held out her hand to the old woman.

The grandmothers face showed strain as she lifted her hand, but she did not let it stop her from finishing a greeting with the great Kashami.

“It is an honor.”

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Eight Sentence Sunday #17

I present to you Eight Sentence Sunday, a blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. This is some writing from the novel I’m writing for Camp NNWM: Conwomen.

“He gave me a vision!” The people in front of him were excited; they started to murmur to each other.

“Kashami showed me a place where there were two suns. A place better than our old planet.”

The crowd broke out in worry, they weren’t taking it. Their dream had been going back to their old home planet, not a new one.

“Our god is waiting for us there. He is preparing it so there is a place for every animal we bring. A place for us with food, water, shelter, and the ability to move in right away. The only thing we need to do is find it.”

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Eight Sentence Sunday #16

I present to you Eight Sentence Sunday, a blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. This is some writing from the novel I’m writing for Camp NNWM: Conwomen.

They took the jewels to their accomplice. Ken had, in their opinion, an unhealthy obsession with cats and jewels. No comments would be made to indicate these thoughts though since he paid excellent money for both when they could be found.

Cho stood in front of the door, letting the bio scanner and her costume do their job. With a ding and loud unlocking sound the door swung open, revealing a lovely clean home with plenty of light, pleasant decorations, and a cat on every flat surface.

“Why do you live around here, yet have a flat that looks like one of those tabloid covers?”

“The question is why not Regina! With half of the money you can get twice the results in this part of the city.” The middle aged man walked around a corner with a glass of what looked like milk, a glass he almost dropped when he saw who was really standing in front of him.

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Equipment Upgrade

I bought a Bluetooth headset for my phone. This single purchase has drastically increased the amount of listening I do throughout any day. Not being tethered to my phone is wonderful and listening to audio books is a lot of fun.

It’s also great to not have to detangle headphone cords or remember where my headphones are. These bad boys are always around my neck or on the charger. The charger is another good thing, it uses a normal phone charger! So I don’t need to carry around another piece of equipment while traveling.

Truly. If you spend a lot of time driving or doing physical activities you should get a Bluetooth head set and audible subscription. You’ll be able to listen to fun audio books for a reasonable price. It can turn chores from a pain to a pleasure!

Eight Sentence Sunday #15

I present to you Eight Sentence Sunday, a blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. I’m taking a look at some prewriting for next month’s Camp NNWM.

It was a suspicious city, one where food was prepared in front of you by robots to prove no poison was added. Yet the girls knew from experience that this suspicion did not apply to as many aspects of life as one might think. For example most would respond to a simple distraction and ignore what was in front of them. Then one might just pick it up from in front of their nose. This didn’t work on people from other places though, this was also something the girls knew from experience. Other cultures required careful planning and research before a con could be used effectively against them. Of course the research was worth it and the payouts great.

“Get ready, the truck is turning the corner.”

Eight Sentence Sunday #14

I present to you Eight Sentence Sunday, a blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. I’m taking a look at my novel Animal Companions from April. Many of the scenes are still rough, but they’ll get there with some polish.

“What, you got the trail of something to hunt?”

I barked a resounding yes.

“You know what you found the last time we were tracking something?”

I did remember, it ended up being a kangaroo which punched my boss in the chest with his hind legs making him breath funny for weeks. This time though it wasn’t a kangaroo, but what could it be? I jumped through the prickly brush and found myself looking at a mud pit. This was where the smell ended, though I didn’t know why, there wasn’t an animal there.

As my wise old grandma once said, “If you don’t know what to do sonny then pee on it. Always gives you an answer to your questions.” So I peed into the mud puddle, and it gave the most terrifying roar I have ever heard.

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Eight Sentence Sunday #13

I present to you Eight Sentence Sunday, a blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. I’ve started another round of edits on my novel Moon Murder and found this little gem in a pile of notes.

Developing the helpful computer program was annoying, yet with her abysmal luck in assistants she had needed something to help her. She would never use a human side kick again, the computer was just too efficient and effective.

It asked all the right questions, it recorded the observations she made, and compiled a summary of facts and remaining questions once the investigation was over.

Unlike 16s arm implant it did not have a personality, just the way she wanted it. Get the job done and that’s it.

“Location recorded. Reason for investigation needed.”

“Murder.”

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