A to Z Challenge

Saturday, August 30, 2014

WeWriWa - I won't make a peep!

It's time for another fun-filled edition of Weekend Writing Warriors.  Eight sentences at numerous blogs, of stories in just about every genre you could ask for.  Click the above link to find out more about the details, after you've read the eight sentences below, of course : )
I am continuing on from where we left off.  Zelera has just told Kes that he's pushed one too many buttons, and she's done trying to tell him a story...
Kes jutted out his bottom lip, opened his eyes wide and tipped his head down.  “I really am sorry, I did try to be good.”
“Listen, you just stay in here and be quiet.  If you do that, I’ll make you a special treat.  Would you like me to get you a cookie?”
Kes nodded, “I’ll be good, I promise...I won’t make a peep!”  He put his head down on the pillow and closed his eyes.  “Zzzzz,” he snored.

So, I'll try to get all around the blogosphere today and type coherently.  My middle child will have boarded a flight headed to Ireland for a semester abroad.  I will be tired, because I've been to the airport at too damn early in the morning...and I will be trying hard to keep a stiff upper lip.  I'm gonna miss her something fierce!  Hope you all are enjoying this last day of August! 

Saturday, August 23, 2014

WeWriWa - I thought this story was about a Prince...

I'm back...did you miss me?  Last week, my warrior self was tackling the Sierra Nevada's with a knapsack on my back.  Completely off grid.  I did however, miss all my fellow warriors, and am glad to be back sharing eight lines from Zelera's Revenge.  If you don't know anything about Weekend Writing Warriors you should click on the link and find all the other amazing warrior authors sites.  There's bound to be a style of writing that your hunkering for.

Zelera has been trying to tell Kes a story.  She stated the prince in her story had a younger brother who was a cheat, and that's why the prince lost his birthright...If you'd like a reminder of what last occurred, click here.
“Well, if he used his magic, and it was better and the King liked it more, then how did he cheat?  Sounds like he won fair and square.”

“There is nothing fair and square about stealing a birthright.  That’s what she did.”

“She did?  I thought this story was about a Prince.”

“Oh,” she huffed, “You just go to sleep.  I can’t tell you a story, you’re insufferable.”
As always, love to hear your thoughts and opinions.  Nice to know if the piece is working or not : )

Saturday, August 9, 2014

WeWriWa - He cheated?

It's a wonderful Weekend Writing Warrior Sunday.  A day to slip along a linky list...at the aforementioned Warrior website, and read to your little hearts content.  Find stories, eight short sentences at a time, to whet your literary appetite.  Share how the delicacies made you feel with the word chefs, who delight in your comments and feedback!

Last week, we left little Kes with the blankets pulled over his head, as Zelera tries as patiently as she can to tell him a story so he'll go to sleep.  Let's see if she can get more than a word or two out?  He he he.  If you need to refresh your memory here's a link to last week's eight.
“Now, this Prince had a brother, a very selfish ugly brother.  The brother tricked the King, and pretended to be better at magic, better at studying, better at making people listen.  He was a cheater,” she seethed.

Kes peered over the blanket.  “He cheated?  Did he use his magic to cheat?”

“Yes, he used his magic to cheat.  Didn’t I just say that?”

Saturday, August 2, 2014

WeWriWa - Someday I'm gonna be king!

It's August already, my how time flies.  It's time for Weekend Writing Warriors!  A day to share eight lines of work published or in progress.  Then, using the linky list at the above website...you can click, click, click to your little hearts content, finding such a crazy variety of writing to sample.  If this is your first time here, welcome, I'm glad you found us.  If you are a returning Warrior, welcome as well, and I'm so glad you came back!

Last week, we left off with little Kes pushing Zelera's buttons as she is trying to tell him a story and get him to fall asleep.  Let's see how they're progressing.  I believe Kes is in the middle of interrupting her once more...

“Was he strong and smart?  My daddy’s the king, and he’s strong and smart.  I’m gonna be strong and smart too.  Someday I’m going to be the king!”

“Kes, who’s telling this story?  Please keep your mouth shut tight.”  She glared down at him.  He drew the blanket up over his head, blocking out her angry violet eyes.  

I always love your input, let me know what you think : )

Saturday, July 26, 2014

WeWriWa - I did promise to be good...

Psst.  Hey you, are you looking for a fix?  C'mon over here...click this link to Weekend Writing Warriors, they'll hook you up.  It matters not what kind of intoxication you seek.  There are snippets to read that will thrill you, snippets that will give you the shivers, and snippets that strike your funny bone.  But be careful...once you click the link, you're likely to do it again, and again.  It's addictive, and there's no 12-step program once you're snared--you might just be a lifer.  

I'm picking up where I left off last week.  Zelera has been trying to get her nephew Kes to take a nap, and is trying to tell him a story.  (Zelera has kidnapped the boy, and is learning a four-year old is not that easy to keep under control).  If you want last week's snippet as a reminder, you can find that here.

One of her nostrils flared, and a muscle over her eye twitched.  “No, this story has nothing to do with you.  Now, close your eyes and listen.”
“Sorry, meanie auntie.  I did promise to be good...didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did,” she agreed.  “Now, this little prince wanted very much to be the king someday.  He was the first born child, so it was his right.”

So whatcha think?  As always, I love to hear from you : )

Saturday, July 19, 2014

WeWriWa - Let me tell you a story...

Welcome to another exciting Weekend Writing Warrior day.  If you've happened here by chance, then oh boy, is this your lucky day.  All over the web, there are eight sentence snippets posted by a variety of writers, in a variety of genres.  There's bound to be something that stirs your breath, steals your breath away, or makes you hold your breath in fright.  Any way you look at it, it's a great pulmonary literary adventure : )  If you need more info, click on the above link to find out how this whole shebang works!
This week, I'm posting the next eight lines from my WIP - tentatively titled Zelera's Revenge.  Kes (a precocious young prince) has been kidnapped by his evil aunt -- Zelera.  If you'd like to read previous snippets, they can be found #1 here, #2 here, #3 here, and #4 last week.   A quick recap of last week, Zelera yanked Kes out from under the bed and dropped him down on his blankets...
     Zelera leaned down, her face inches from his own.  Her hot breath huffed against his cheek.  “Now,” she grunted, “Let me tell you a story.”  She smoothed back her hair as she straightened up.  Then her tall skeletal frame scrunched back down onto the stool.  She cleared her throat, “Once upon a time, there was a little prince.”

“Oh, is this story about me?  It is, isn’t it?"
So, this is all my first unedited draft.  Anything you bright eyes spot that needs a tweak?  Love your comments as always : )

Saturday, July 12, 2014

WeWriWa - Was he upside down?

A great big warrior whoop and holler to you.  It's Sunday, time for all brave and valiant Weekend Writing Warrior's to get their battle plans (at the aforementioned link) and charge forth to read and comment.  If you haven't a clue as to what I'm referring to, you should def-def-definitely check it out.  Might just become your favorite weekend pasttime : )

I am sharing eight more lines of interaction between Kes and Zelera.  If you remember last week, Kes tried to hide from his auntie under the bed.  Here's what happens next...

     Kes flattened his body, jamming himself as far back into the dark corner as possible.  All of a sudden something cold and hard wrapped around his ankles, and he felt himself sliding across the floor.  His head hit a bedrail with a loud kerthunk, “Ow, ow, ow,” he wailed.
     “You'd better knock it off right now mister, I’ve had just about enough.”  
     Kes noticed the room was upside down.  Or was he upside down?  The air whizzed past him as he saw the bed swing into view.  He landed with a soft plop. 

This is first draft.  So as always, love to hear your critique and comments. : )