#SixSentenceSunday Week 17

The last Sunday before NaNo! Are you ready?

While waiting with pens poised and laptops charged, enjoy my newest six sentences for #SixSunday from my WIP, Guardians.

As she approached the corner, just as she opened her mouth to confront the man, a truck pulled up at the intersection, blocking her view. The truck pulled away a moment later and the man was gone.

Frustrated, she looked around to see where the man may have walked off to, but he was no where in sight. The only people around were other normal people in town. It was really like the man was just a figment of her imagination. No one else seemed concerned about this strange man in town.

Thanks for reading!

#SixSentenceSunday Week 15

Progress has been good this week. I am making strides on my manuscript. Yay!  I am also participating in NaNo this year. Hopefully that will give me the extra push to get this story finished. Woo! Here is another snippet from my WIP, Guardians.

The man slowly approached her and gestured with his hand again. Slowly, Alana pulled her pendant out from under her shirt and held it out to him without removing it from her neck. He nodded and touched it reverently.

"Would you like to see it?" she asked as she started to pull the chain over her head.

He shook his head and pressed his hand against hers, keeping the pendant in place. When she dropped the chain, he released her hand with a nod.

Thank you for reading! What do your six sentences say?

#SixSentenceSunday Week 14

It's Sunday again, and here's a new set of sentences for #SixSunday from Chapter 4 of my WIP, Guardians. I'm slowly making progress in the manuscript. I hope to really make some waves with it in the next several months. Thanks for reading!

Her eyes flew open when a chilly gust of wind blew over her basket. As she sat up, she noticed a man was approaching her. Quickly, she packed up her basket and stood as the man caught up to her. He looked vaguely familiar and was walking with a cane of some kind.

"Can I help you?" Alana asked.

He frowned and pointed out across the horizon.

What will your sentences say?

#SixSentenceSunday Week 13

Ah, another Sunday and another six sentences. I'm getting a little farther in Guardians, which is hopeful for me. Sometimes I get mired in a scene and I don't want to continue on until it is perfect, but then I have to remind myself to just get it down ... period. Then I can go back and tweak once it's all laid out. That has helped, when I can remember.

Although I started this story last November with #Nano (and failed horribly), I hope to continue with this and maybe hopefully make some significant progress. I have another story I've been tossing around with the details but it really hasn't coalesced into something solid enough yet for me to try to work on. I'm waaay too OCD in my writing organization to just write by the seat of my pants.

Anyway, without any further ado, my six for #SixSunday. What will your six sentences say?

Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at it, blood began to ooze from the shard.

With a shout, she dropped the glass to the ground and furiously scrubbed at her hand, looking for any sign of a cut. The palm of her hand was flawless. Alana looked back down at the shard and the other pieces of her window lying around. They were all bleeding.

A baby's cry pierced the air.

Thank you for reading.

#SixSentenceSunday Week 12

Another Sunday, another six sentences. While you are reading this, I am thousands of feet in the air as start my vacation. I hope you enjoy another nugget of my WIP Guardians. Also, check out the other authors' sentences on #SixSunday

Officer Alva nodded at his partner and squared his shoulders, his posture stiff as he turned towards Alana. "Ms. Bachman, there is only one set of fingerprints on the car."

"What?"

His partner spoke up. "This can happen if the perpetrator used gloves, but there also isn't any other evidence, like a stray strand of hair or fibers of fabric."

"So what does that mean?"

Have a great week! What do your six sentences say?

#SixSentenceSunday Week 11

Happy Sunday!

I hope you are enjoying your Labor Day weekend. Today's hook for #SixSentenceSunday is a bit of a jump ahead in my WIP, Guardians. I normally don't jump around when I write, as I tend to be a 'chrono' but this time, the scene spoke to me. What would happen if Alana took her pendant off? If it's just a family heirloom, it wouldn't matter, right?

Carefully, she pulled the pendant over her head, the chain catching on a few stray hairs on the way. Once it was completely free of her head, Alana felt even more anxious. Something felt very wrong.

“I think this was a mistake-“

Thunderous booms cut her off and the room filled with swirling blackness. The voices cackled and surrounded her.

Thanks for reading!

What will your six sentences say?

#SixSentenceSunday - Week 10

Happy #SixSentenceSunday!

This week I spent most of my time going through my WIP and revising it to remove any instances of passive voice so I didn't get a whole lot more written. I wanted to catch the passive voice before I got much farther into the manuscript. So, this week's six sentences follows pretty closely to what my previous six were.

Check out the other authors participating in #SixSentenceSunday at http://sixsunday.com/

From Guardians:

The sun glinted across her car, and on the shattered remnants of her driver’s side window that littered the ground. Horrified, Alana ran over to her car, careful of all the broken class. At first glance, nothing else seemed damaged, just the window but Alana was afraid to disturb anything until the cops were there. Broken glass was everywhere, what wasn’t on the ground was all over the driver’s seat and the floor of the car.

It was unusual that there was even any glass on the ground at all. If someone tried breaking in the car, most of the glass should be on the inside, not outside. 

Thank you for reading!

#SixSentenceSunday - Week 9

Hey - two weeks in a row! I'm on a roll! Perhaps there is hope for me yet.  Best yet is the fact that I have actually gotten back into the nitty-gritty and made some real progress with my WIP, Guardians. I was beginning to think that perhaps it was going to be relegated to the "drawer" along with my previous unfinished novel. *fingers crossed* I will keep going!

So here's a snippet of what I've done this week for my #SixSentenceSunday submission. This is a good way to keep my on task. I need to have something new to put in every week! :)


From Guardians:

Curtis became pensive. “The triskele has power, if you believe the old legends. Some of the books your grandmother bought have information about it.”

“But they are just legends, right?”

He shrugged. “Depends on who you talk to.

Thanks for reading! What do your sentences say?

#SixSentenceSunday - Week 8 ... kind of

For those of you that had been reading  my snippets for #SixSentenceSunday probably wondered what hole I fell into - I'm not even sure myself. Apparently my muse up and left. I haven't even been participating in the weekly flash fiction contests as much as I used to do. I still try but the mojo has been lacking. Thankfully, I think my muse came back with my mojo (my mind thinks back to the Austin Powers movie when Dr. Evil takes a vial of Austin's mojo while he's frozen in statis ... LOL yes, my mind is a weird place). So, I finally signed up for #SixSentenceSunday again and hope to continue with my WIP. I'm nearing the end of what I've already written so time to put myself to task. Everything is outlined, so I just gotta put it down on paper (or type - since this is obviously a website). LOL

Enjoy this installment of my six sentences. Peruse my blog for the rest of my submissions if this piques your interest. From Guardians

Curtis face darkened. “Look, miss, I’m not sure what game you are trying to pull. Evelyn Quinlan changed my diapers a time or two when I was young and our families were close. If anyone survived that accident, I would have known. Not only that, everyone in this town knows about the horrible tragedy that the family suffered. So for you to parade around here as Evelyn’s long dead granddaughter is just not right and is high offensive.”

Check out the numerous other authors who participate at SixSunday.com. What will your #SixSentences say?

#SixSentenceSunday - Week 7

Today is also another #SixSentenceSunday which means another snippet of my WIP, Guardians. Check out the website for more information and to check out hundreds of other authors who participate in #SixSentenceSunday.

Alana was more interested what was in the back corner shelves where people didn’t often look, where the mystic, arcane, and darker subjects gathered.

As much as she tried, she couldn’t imagine her sweet old grandmother with her nose buried in those types of books. Perhaps there was more to Evelyn than Alana ever realized. The idea shook Alana more than she cared to admit. Evelyn was the one person in her family she thought she knew the most. If there was a part of Evelyn that Alana didn’t know, that opened so many doors to what else Alana didn’t know about her, and by extension, Robert.

Thanks for reading! What will your six sentences say?

#SixSentenceSunday - Week 6

Happy Mother's Day!

Today is also another #SixSentenceSunday which means another snippet of my WIP, Guardians. Check out the website for more information and to check out hundreds of other authors who participate in #SixSentenceSunday.

Alana wasn’t sure exactly what the purpose was in boxing these particular books up unless Evelyn decided she didn’t want them before she died. When Alana gave a cursory glance over the titles, they were definitely not the same genre of books that graced the shelves in the living room. These were more esoteric and supernatural in nature, dealing with subjects like the power of good and evil inherent in people, the soul, and the afterlife among others.

These were books that Alana never remembered Evelyn ever talking about or reading. She wasn’t around much after college so perhaps it was a subject her grandmother picked up during that time, but it still seemed so strange. Deciding to hold onto those books for awhile until she could go through them more thoroughly, she pushed them to the side. 

Thanks for reading!  What will your six sentences say?

#SixSentenceSunday - Week 5

Ever so slowly, I'm getting back into the swing of things. I've done a few runs of flash fiction to get my head back in the game, which has been helping. My schedule changes next week so hopefully that means more time for writing! :) If this is your first visit to my site, please check out Six Sentence Sunday for more information.

Here's another six sentences of Guardians, my current WIP.

Alana looked up and flashes of the images returned. Blood was everywhere, and evil spirits swirled around a car that was smashed beyond recognition. A baby cried, piercing the sudden quiet.

She gasped and squeezed her eyes shut as tight as she could. When she re-opened them, everything was back to normal. No blood, no smashed car, no spirits. 

Thanks for reading! What will your six sentences say?

#SixSentenceSunday - Week 4

Once again, work has kept me very busy but I'm still trying to keep my head in the game, aided by the #SixSentenceSunday project/blogroll and Cara Michael's #WIP500.

I completely forgot to post last week for #SixSentenceSunday but I didn't this week! :) Woo! (added note: this was supposed to post this morning but I wasn't paying attention to the date when I scheduled the post and had it set up for tomorrow. Sigh.)

Without further delay, I bring you my six sentences from Guardians.

All the friendliness didn’t do a thing to dispel the anxiety that was coursing through Alana. She tried to fight the urge to look behind her. David seemed to pick up on her tension, looked at her with concern, and kept any further conversations with people to a minimum.

They turned the corner of the block towards town hall and as Alana looked up, she stopped in shock. She was completely unprepared for the sudden assault of images in her mind. What was happening?

What will your six sentences say?

#SixSentenceSunday - Week 3

I'm really starting to like the #SixSentenceSunday project/blogroll. It is helping me keep my WIP on my mind even while my day job sucks the life out of me. I joke ... I enjoy my job usually but it takes up a lot of my time.

Here's my next six from Guardians

“That’s quite an unusual necklace you have, Alana. I’ve only seen one other like it.”

“Oh, this?” Alana touched the pendant, running a finger along the spiral. “My grandmother gave this to me when I turned thirteen. I always wear it, and now I feel like I have a part of her with me at all times. She had one just like it, too.”

So last week, she was hearing noises and voices in her head. Is there any correlation with her pendant or is it just an ordinary piece of jewelry?

What will your six sentences say?

#SixSentenceSunday - Week 2

Happy Easter!

So I haven't really had much time to work on my manuscript this week, but here's another six sentences from Guardians.

While she was in the checkout aisle, noise in the store seemed to increase. Instead of the usual low murmur of background music and people talking, it became louder and angrier. Alana looked around with concern, thinking that a fight was about to break out, yet when she turned there was nothing.

Still, the loud whispers persisted. Alana kept looking around, trying to find the source of the noise. The cashier looked at her like she was crazy. 

Hope you enjoyed this little snippet. Check out the other authors participating in #SixSentenceSunday at: http://www.sixsunday.com/

#SixSentenceSunday - Jumping In

I've seen hashtags about this on Twitter for awhile and finally decided to jump in. Networking never hurt anyone. :P

If you are interested in finding out about #SixSentenceSunday, check out the site: Six Sentence Sunday

Aaaand, here are my sentences from my #WIP500 project, Guardians.

Alana turned and walked over to the mantle before placing some pictures along the narrow ledge. One included a picture of Alana and Evelyn from her college graduation. Several more were of Evelyn and Robert with Alana as she grew up. What was clearly obvious in those pictures was how much her grandparents loved her and each another.

She had just opened up a second box when a man’s voice startled her.

“Hello? Somebody here?”

What will your six sentences say?