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 #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 #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?

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F is for Foil (A literary device. Not aluminum foil.)

This post is a part of the A to Z Challenge. Every day (minus Sunday’s) during April in 2015 I will be making a post related to a literary device which starts with a particular letter of the alphabet. I have a general idea that these posts will be describing the same characters as they go through their lives, but I haven’t written all the posts yet so no promises!

Foil – is a character that shows qualities that are in contrast with the qualities of another character with the objective to highlight the traits of the other character. The term foil, though generally being applied for a contrasting character, may also be used for any comparison that is drawn to portray a difference between two things.

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde is an ideal example of foil since it’s simple; Jekyll’s foil is his other half Hyde. In the book the transformation between the two shows the battle between good v bad in all humans. That’s one of the main pluses of using a foil. It emphasizes one or more themes within ones story. A truly fantastic literary device when used correctly.

In my novel Moon Murder my detective character has a foil in the arm implant Genie (or G3N13). Their interactions show the constant struggles between humans and robots, the traditional v new age, and the detail oriented v the carefree. It wonderfully highlights my novels main themes, which is why every round of edits ends with me adding more interactions between these characters. As they build their relationship the story gets more meat because the themes are getting ever more engrained in the world.

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.

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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.”

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