Eight Sentence Sunday #11

I present to you Eight Sentence Sunday, a blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Here are some sentences I cut out from an old novel of mine. I don’t like taking out perfectly good words, but sometimes a story needs to be shaken up before everything fits into place.

He started off on his shopping list, camping store first.

After walking around on the wall for a while he realized two things. First he had no idea where any of the stores he wanted to go to were. He couldn’t figure out where they were from the mall map at all. The stores were ones he had never heard of before such as FluffyBunny, NachoCheese, or MoonBeams. He didn’t even know what MoonBeams were. How did he know what they were selling there and above all which one was the camping store?

The second problem was how he was going to get off of the wall and into said stores, a grappling hook perhaps?

Check out more at http://www.wewriwa.com/

Advertisements

Eight Sentence Sunday #10

I present to you Eight Sentence Sunday, a blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Here are some sentences I cut out from an old novel of mine. I don’t like taking out perfectly good words, but sometimes a story needs to be shaken up before everything fits into place.

“I could give it a go after dinner I suppose. I don’t know how good it will be. I never tried to put something together like that before.”

“Making something, even if it doesn’t work as well as your normal creations, is all that I ask.”

The dinner conversation turned into chatter about the latest book  Zee had read and the new recipe Lussia was going to try for breakfast the next day. After they had both finished dishes were put into the kitchen for Lussia to take care of later. Zee headed to the basement to try to create something worthwhile.

Three hours later and Zee had created… a brick.

Check out more at http://www.wewriwa.com/

Eight Sentence Sunday #9

I present to you Eight Sentence Sunday, a blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Here are the first eight sentences from a short story I started last week.

Weather changes swept the land. Places which used to accommodate forests were now deserts. Those covered in snow were melting away to nothingness sprinkled with mud. People who once lived happy lives in calm villages were sending groups to search for more hospitable places to live.

One such party left from a village once in lovely grassland, now turned desert.

Hamlet braved a mouth full of sand to speak to the group, “I know this seems like a lost cause but no one has been up the mountain in years. There’s a chance the mountain hasn’t changed, there’s a chance the other side still has grass. We have to look, it’s our only hope.”

Check out more at http://www.wewriwa.com/

Eight Sentence Sunday #8

I present to you Eight Sentence Sunday, a blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Here are eight sentences from the novel I am currently editing; Moon Murder.

A message chimed onto my screen. I opened it to a surprise video feed of the headmaster.

“What were you thinking taking the buggies out after I gave explicit instructions to not?”

“Mother was insistent, and I wasn’t going to let her go onto the moon by herself, that’s dangerous.”

“So is going out onto the moon without proper gear, and without proper supervision from people inside town.”

“Yes well. What’s done is done.”

“It’s not done until you get back, which will be immediately.”

Check out more at http://www.wewriwa.com/

Eight Sentence Sunday #7

I don’t know what happened last week but this post didn’t publish on time! (I usually have this scheduled early in the week so I don’t forget.) I had a great streak going too! Oh well, time to start again.

I present to you Eight Sentence Sunday, a blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Here are eight sentences from the novel I am currently editing; Moon Murder.

She was shorter than me and mom yet this woman looked down at both of us simultaneously.

Melisa held out her hand, “I am the headmistress.” There was no comment on being pleased to meet us. The hand shaking seemed to be a formality she dealt with because everyone else expected it, and that was it. Why did I help this woman distract my mother?

A voice straight from Brooklyn came from my arm, “Hey there doll face ain’t you glad to see us? How about you get rid of that scowl of yours and show us where we can have some fun in this joint.”

Ah yes, that would be why.

Check out more at http://www.wewriwa.com/

Eight Sentence Sunday #6

I present to you Eight Sentence Sunday, a blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Here are eight sentences from the novel I am currently editing; Moon Murder.

“Enjoy your implant while he lasts. As soon as we get back from the moon you’re going to get him removed.”

16, “Really mother? You’re going to make me go through an unneeded surgical procedure to get rid of a perfectly functioning robot?” She knew me too well.

“Besides, I’m devilishly intelligent and horribly quick witted. You might want to get rid of me now, but by the time our trip to the moon is done you’ll love having me around. I’m sure of it.”

Check out more at http://www.wewriwa.com/

Eight Sentence Sunday #5

I present to you Eight Sentence Sunday, a blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Here are eight sentences from the novel I am currently editing; Moon Murder.

A metallic voice split the night, “We meet again Clarissa.”

My name isn’t Clarissa, but that didn’t make the robot voice less threatening. He was obviously mistaking me for someone else.

“Umm, I’m not Clarissa.”

“Liar!” I tried to pinpoint where the voice was coming from, to no avail. It continued, “You’re the human that destroyed my life. The woman that took my eyes!”

Check out more at http://www.wewriwa.com/