Six Sentence Sunday

Here’s the deal, pick six sentences from your WIP. Link back here. That’s it! Here’s my space governess story again!

“Miss Talbot?” his voice sounded harsh to his own ears.

She appeared from around the corner, a plate steaming in her hands.
 “Yes?” she set the food down in front of the boy and handed him some utensils. She smiled up at him and his heart leapt up into his throat.

“She treating you right, boy?” he switched his focus to his son and Marlene drifted away. The distance helped.

Six Sentence Sunday

You know the drill.
1. Pick six sentences from your work.
2. Link back here. That’s it.

And this week’s entry!

What really made her cringe was the state of what she assumed was the dining/teaching area. Broken bits and bobs, core samples from drilling, lighted experiment holders and clothing that needed mending were just a few of the things that were piled high atop what she hoped was a table. She couldn’t see them, but there were benches along either side that served as another filing area for tablets and file boxes.

“Colby, what’s this?”

Colby stopped dead in his tracks, looking at her over a pile of pipes and tools.

“What’s what?” he searched the pile directly in front of her for what could possibly be unexplained.

Six Sentence Sunday

Happy Canada Day, y’all!
Onto Six Sentence Sunday!
You know the drill.
1. Pick six sentences from your work.
2. Link back here. That’s it.

Without further ado, my as-yet-untitled space governess…

“You’ll focus on the mining aspects for tomorrow’s lesson.”

“And you’ll concentrate on shoring up the mine for my inspection.” she snapped.

“You don’t tell me how to do my job, Missy.” he looked down at her sternly.

“And you don’t tell me how to teach, Mr. Stockard.” She turned on her heel and marched up the ramp into the Hut proper as his jaw ground silently. The woman had a way of making him eat his words; Winston and Gertie chuckled behind their hands.

Six Sentence Sunday!

Here are the rules…
1. pick 6 sentences from a WIP, a published book or something of YOURS.
2. link back Here
That’s it. Easy Peasy. Here’s mine 🙂

You need a place to rest, somewhere that they cannot find you, or that they dare not attack in broad daylight.

Okay, creepiness aside, the voice was making a whole lot of sense. I needed to get hidden. I had a few ideas, mulled them over while I used the shower and wrapped myself tightly in the towels that had been hanging on the wall. Mostly dry and much cleaner, I still didn’t know what to do, where to go. Fear twisted and churned and gurgled in my gut.

Six Sentence Sunday

Hey all!
You know the drill. Six sentences from your work in progress or one of your books. Then link back here.

Here’s mine!

Her clearly displayed NSSO tag added five years to her service contracts automatically. Especially in the Outback. Several times at dinner, the captain of the vessel had suggested as gently as possible, that should she remove such a stipulation from her contracts, her term for service would instantly be reduced. Not only that, but she would find employment a thousand times sooner. He even hinted that he would be interested in her himself should the NSSO be lifted. But she remained firm, the non-sexual services only clause would stay or she wouldn’t be contracted. 

Six Sentence Sunday

Here’s the deal.
1. Pick 6 sentences from your work, published or WIP.
2.Link Here. That’s it. Easy Peasy, Lemon Squeezy.

And without further ado, my 6 from my Steampunk rough draft…

There was a wintery wind blowin dust off the red rock again. It scowered his skin from his face, but Aldwyn Stockard didn’t pull up the O2 filter to save his flesh. The banada he had from his son worked just as well and saved the battery for time better spent in his mines. It’s not like he had to be pretty. He wasn’t going to meet the ship that was firing its atmospheric thrusters over head to meet a wife. He’d had one of those and look where it’d got him.

Six Sentence Sunday

Here are the rules…play nice kiddies 🙂
1. Pick six sentences of yours (WIP, latest release, whatever…).
2. Post ’em
3. Link back here

That’s it folks! Now, onto my Raven’s Blood snippet…

Until I figured out a few things, I didn’t want to talk to anybody. The leather of North’s chair squeaked and shifted.

“What’s the verdict?” she said softly.

“Well,” her partner whispered back and both paused. I had the feeling they were looking at me to check to see if I was awake.

Keep still, don’t let them see your breathing change.

Six Sentence Sunday…

Here are the rules…
1. pick 6 sentences from a WIP or one of your works and post ’em.
2. Link back here . That’s it.

Now, the latest snippet from Raven’s Blood

The sensation made my stomach revolt and I tried to vomit, but it wouldn’t let me. It got past muscles and wound around my organs. My liver and intestines squeezed, my lungs contracted and wouldn’t function, my heart constricted and wouldn’t relax, wouldn’t pump. I was dying. I could feel it killing me, could feel me slipping away.

Now, now. Mustn’t disappear so quickly. It’s rude to your guest…

Six Sentence Sunday

Wanna play? It’s simple.
1. pick 6 sentences from your WIP or other work.
2. Link back to Six Sentence Sunday
That’s it.
So here’s my entry. Playing with the title a bit. Raven’s Blood or Raven’s Warning sound better?

I laughed at that. I heard him laugh too, right before he slammed against the door. My puny little blockade wouldn’t hold that for any length. I felt him stomp a few steps back for another go. With nothing left to lose, I leveraged myself against the building, and leapt over the railing. I heard a growl as the door to my balcony exploded.

Six Sentence Sunday

Here are the rules…
1. pick 6 sentences from your wip, finished draft or published work.
2. post ’em and link back to here
That’s it.

Here’s my entry for today

I waved down at him and he saluted me back, turned and got into his car and drove away. I went to 16C, pushed the door open and flung my jacket and purse while my keys dangled from my hands, unused.  Did I leave the lights on?

            “Hm, the Corvus must be getting desperate.”A male voice said from the direction of my

bedroom. That was wrong; I lived alone.