Six Sentence Sunday

Ah, this is the first time I've participated in Six-Sentence Sunday in a long time. This week's contribution is the start of the climax scene in Hidden Souls I started to rewrite this past week. I have no idea how they're going to stand up to my next round of editing, but they're a nice start for this epic rewrite that I have to do. Enjoy!

~*~

A high pitched squeal filled the air, echoing off the walls and growing intensity with each passing second. Sophia dropped to her knees, pressing her hands against her ears to stop the sound from ricocheting inside her skull. Through watery eyes, she saw the guards and Grace do the same. She squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her head against her thighs, desperate for any distance from the sound. Just when she thought her head might explode from the intensity of the sound, it stopped, leaving a silence that was both relieving and frightening.

Sophia took a deep breath and slowly raised her head.

~*~

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On another note, I graduate today. A degree several years in the making! Come June, I'll be back into the real world with a real job, except, unlike the last time I had a real job, I'll actually be living in my own apartment and paying all my own bills. Completely living on my own. It'll be interesting. Wish me luck!

Six Sentence Sunday (NaNo Day 25)

So... I got behind again this week. Actually, I never really caught up. So much for thinking my vacation would stimulate me to actually write. Mostly I've just been lazy. Which is perfectly okay, since I haven't had a break in 9 months, but it's hurting the word count a bit. I'm working on it still. I still til the end of the week to finish.

This week's six comes from the rising action as I rapidly approach the yet unknown climax. It is a conversation between Aileen and Rowan that takes place after Dawn is incapacitated and Rowan is frustrated with being unable to help.

He grumbled as he dabbed his jacket with a napkin. “Not that it matters much. She's far too interested in her dress-making than she is in a relationship right now.”

Her response was measured. “Did it ever occur to you that she feels the same way, but doesn't want to lose your friendship? Why on Earth would she go looking for another relationship when the guy she wants to be with is around her. ..."

Enjoy!

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Six Sentence Sunday (NaNo Day 18)

Yeah, I've been really bad at writing this past week. As in, I managed to get all caught up with everything on Monday, and then didn't write on Tuesday-Friday. And yesterday, the writing went very slowly. I have several thousand words to catch up on (still have roughly 7000 at the time of writing this). Good thing I have no responsibilities for the next week, huh?

This week's six is hot off the press, so to speak, seeing as how I just wrote it last night. So many things have developed in the past week, and our character's lives are intersecting in some interesting ways.

The scene takes place at Stitch in Time (the dress shop Dawn and her grandmother own), after Dawn is found unconscious by Aileen. She has been brought to the back room, where a bed has been set up for her. Rowan has arrived and is none too happy about the situation.

Rowan paced the room anxiously, constantly looking at the bed. “We should bring her to the hospital,” he argued.

“I told you before, Rowan. It will do her no good to go to a hospital. They cannot help her,” Nana said calmly, carefully examining her granddaughter's hands.

“What are we supposed to do then?” he snapped, then ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.

Nana can certainly handle her own, can't she?

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Six Sentence Sunday (NaNo Day 11)

Welcome back! I've been hard at work this weekend, trying to keep my word count up. My region is having a slumber party next weekend, and since I'm free from clinical duties, I might actually go this year. I'll have to make an effort to go to at least one write-in before then, though, so I don't seem to randomly show up.

Bit of mystery in this week's post. You don't get to know who the characters are :)

"Good girl," the man said harshly. "All I want is your wallet, phone, and that pretty necklace you have around your neck."

Nodding, she mumbled against the hand. The hand tightened over her mouth, killing the sound in her throat, and his voice sounded in her ear again. "If you scream, I will make you pay," he warned before sliding the hand down from her mouth to lock his arm across her shoulders.

She swallowed harshly and fought the hysteria bubbling up in her throat.

I will tell you that this mugging is no coincidence, and that something taken from her will play a significant role in the story. Any ideas?

Six Sentence Sunday -- NaNo Style!

It's Sunday, which means for today's NaNo entry, you get a snippet of the novel. Since this entry has to go live practically before I get up in the morning, I don't have much in the way of progress today. No worries, I'll get you back up to date tomorrow.

Yesterday, you met Blanche. But, there are many other characters that are followed throughout Found. Two of them are Rowan and Dawn. You'll learn more about them in the coming weeks, but for now, here's a snippet of their interaction.

He smiled and leaned over the table to look her in the eye. "But I do enjoy it so much. You get all flustered when I irritate you."

She rolled her eyes and began cutting a long piece of fabric. "There are so many girls who would die to have you look at them like that, but instead you're here, in a seamstress' shop, wasting away all that free time."

"If you're so worried about me finding a girl to love on, why don't you ensure that I spend some time out looking for them?"


Yup, I think I'm going to like writing the two of them. They remind me of so many couples I know.

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Six Sentence Sunday #6

I've failed at editing this week. I did manage to get through several pages last weekend, but ultimately, didn't touch my draft during the week. Don't really have an excuse, just didn't pick it up.

At any rate, this section comes from one of the scenes where Sophia is struggling with what is reality and what's part of her imagination.

Maybe her soul really did leave her body, just as a shell. No one said that a body had to have a soul to continue living. After all, they claimed those with severe brain damage were dead, but their bodies still mostly functioned. She would have to get Kate to watch her next time she slept. Or maybe she should try to go someplace else, force it to happen. But how?

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Six Sentence Sunday #5

I'm back to posting my six sentences. I've been fighting through my manuscript this week, and it's getting torn up. But, my dear friend Ayden Morgen demands a completed draft, so I sludge on.

Since I started over at the beginning, this excerpt is from earlier in the novel, before Sophia meets Michael (officially, anyway). Specifically, this section deals with the kidnapping itself, and how the students at Sophia's college are responding to it.

Another girl shrugged. "Missing children aren't exactly a commonplace occurrence here," she reasoned. "For a college town, we have a surprisingly low crime rate."

"Oh come on, Abby," another said with a scowl. "If it had been, say, Erica's younger sister, the mayor wouldn't have made a personal statement. Let's face it, he only cares because it's his daughter and he has the power to get the whole town involved in the search."

Not terribly exciting, I admit, but it is the conflict for the scene I'm currently working on. Hopefully I'll have a juicier tidbit for you next week. Until then, feel free to check out other Six Sentence Sunday entries (read at your own risk; many entries are from writers of erotic fiction).

Six Sentence Sunday #4

I'm late in posting this week, only because I didn't have a chance to edit during the week. So, I didn't get my name on the master list on Six Sentence Sunday. Ah well.

We're much further into the story now. Sophia is still having a problem accepting that Michael is real, but recently had an interaction with Grace in her dreams. Michael is making things more difficult by hiding his identity, which is frustrating Sophia to no end. Just before this scene, she was seeking the solace of her bedroom, and found herself (and Michael) out on a cliff overlooking her home town.

She smiled faintly and turned back towards the town, pointing to a spot in the distance. “My house is somewhere in that area,” she explained. “I lived here my whole life, right up until I moved away for college.”

He nodded. “Me too. Though I lived on the other side of town, towards the movie theater.”

The plot thickens! If you've read the character sketches posted here for Sophia and Michael, some of this should be clicking together a little more.

Tune in next week for another thrilling excerpt from Hidden Souls!

Six Sentence Sunday #3

I'm back with another installment of Hidden Souls. I'm dreadfully behind on my editing, but I'm starting to see just how much work this draft is going to need to be readable. I'm roughly 1/5 of the way through the draft, and hope to get through another 1/5 over the weekend, since I'm going to be starting surgery next week and likely won't have a lot of free time.

In our last installment, Sophia and Michael had just met and were having a little tete-a-tete. This week, we focus on Sophia. She's struggling with the idea that Michael is a ghost, and that she sees things that she couldn't possibly see. She's still in denial, but experiences something rather strange one night after talking to Kate.

Sophia opened her eyes to blackness all around her. She blinked rapidly, trying to force her eyes to adjust to the darkness, but the blackness remained. She took a deep breath, sensing a dampness in the air. She was definitely not in the safety of her room anymore. She sat up slowly, feeling around her blindly to get a sense of where she was, but she couldn't feel anything, not even the surface she was sitting on. It was as if she were floating in a dark cloud.

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Six Sentence Sunday #2

It's time for another installment of Six Sentence Sunday. Welcome to those visiting for the first time.

A reader last week asked me for a description of Hidden Souls. I'm so used to people I've talked up my blog to reading (and thus already knowing about my long term works) that I realized I didn't really have a description of the story anywhere. So, I've changed one of the pages up at the top to provide a summary of my longer stories (Works in Progress).

The basic premise behind Hidden Souls is a college girl finds out she can see ghosts and move about as a 'ghost' herself. The plot is centered around a kidnapping she witnesses in her dreams (not realizing that it wasn't a dream), and the tale spins out from there.

Last week's SSS post was a byte from the start of the novel, where Sophia (the protangonist) was arguing with her roommate, Kate, about going out on a blind date.

This week, we're a little bit more into the story. We're now at the point where Sophia meets Michael. Except that she isn't quite convinced that what she sees is real.

Jumping in surprise, she looked over her shoulder to see Michael standing here, scrutinizing her list. She snatched it up defensively and slid it into her back pocket. “You go to school here, huh?”

He slid into the seat next to her gracefully. “I don't go to school anywhere. I'm dead, remember?”

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Six Sentence Sunday #1

So, after deciding to pull out my rough drafts and dust them out in an attempt to edit them, I figured a little extra motivation might not be such a bad thing. So, I'm going to work on participating in Six Sentence Sunday every week. I will use six sentences from whatever draft I worked on throughout the week. They may be sentences I'm trying to rework, or the finished product after going through a second (or third, or tenth) time.

This week, I'm starting with Hidden Souls. This excerpt comes from the very beginning, and I'm not sure I'll keep this scene when all is said and done. It's my attempt at humor (and it's a pretty bad attempt overall), but I'm not sure it does much for character development beyond saying that Sophia doesn't want to date right now. Still, it was fun to write.

Anyway, enjoy.

Sophia sighed. “Just get me out of this and I'll forgive you. And don't try to set me up on any more dates for a while.”

Kate's pout instantly turned into a beaming smile. “That means I can set you up! Yes!”

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