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.

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Eight Sentence Sunday #2

Here we are with Eight Sentence Sunday, a blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. My intent is to post as many Sunday’s as possible this year. Eight sentences from the novel I am currently editing; Moon Murder.

She was setting down our meals. I have never seen something less appetizing in my life. The plated had a high pile of mushy gray goop. I am fairly sure the same thing would come out of a slug if squished.

“What exactly are we eating here?” I poked at the gray matter. It jiggled like jello.

“It’s the basic nutrients you need for the day all in one.”

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Eight Sentence Sunday #1

Here we are with Eight Sentence Sunday, a blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. My intent is to post as many Sunday’s as possible this year. I started off the year with a bang by missing one. That’s ok, it gets rid of my need to be perfect at this goal. A majority will suffice. Onto my post, the first eight sentences of Moon Murder.

“How did you manage to get the money for this hunk of junk anyways?”

“I am a highly intelligent implant named Genie, thank you!” If he was a human the sentence would have ended with a huff. Being a machine he got something inside of him to crackle instead, which gave much of the same effect.

“They gave me a pretty big discount if I was willing to give them feedback on how the personality and system worked.”

“But it wasn’t free?” I would never have gotten anything like that if it wasn’t free. Not if it involved surgery to install.

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