Monday, February 28, 2011
Win a Book!!!
I have to give a huge shout out to my friend and fellow YAFF'er Vanessa Barger! Her new book INTO THE ETHER comes out tomorrow and you can win a copy on her blog.
I've had the pleasure of reading INTO THE ETHER and have to say it is an extremely enjoyable read. So what are you waiting for? Go on over there (yes, I'm giving you permission to leave my blog) and win your loot!
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Six Sentence Sunday - #2
Six Sentence Sunday is a blog ring (no, not a chain letter - remember those?) founded and kept up by the Six Sentence Sunday blogger. Check it out, and visit the other participants!
This is the first paragraph of my YA magical realism short story from a YAFF Muse called ANOTHER TURN. You can see the full post here.
Thanks for stopping by and I hope you enjoyed it.
This is the first paragraph of my YA magical realism short story from a YAFF Muse called ANOTHER TURN. You can see the full post here.
I thought I tucked the insult safe inside my mouth. Still, on exhale the words escaped, the last slipping past my lips before I could catch my breath. Three syllables hung in the air, they snapped and crackled with all the anger and pain that had propelled them forward. I hate you. I wanted to take it back, but pride isn’t pretty. Instead I allowed them to gain substance in the silence and walked away.
Thanks for stopping by and I hope you enjoyed it.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Six Sentence Sunday - First Go Around
Six Sentence Sunday is a blog ring (no, not a chain letter - remember those?) founded and kept up by the Six Sentence Sunday blogger. Check it out, and visit the other participants!
My first post will be from my work in progress, YA dystopian/teenage assassin manuscript, LACED.
Images of the boy on the platform, of Andy, and the man in the tweed jacket play against my eyelids and I’m forced to open them again. By now the man is slouched over on a train to New-New York. No one will notice he’s dead until they stop, and round up the passengers up like cattle to force them through the security check point. By tomorrow the reports will say Chancellor Adkins died of a massive heart attack. No one will question the media, no one will think of me bumping into him, no one will wonder how a man of thirty-five died so young. It’s the beauty of the job, I guess.
That's it. Hope you enjoyed it.
My first post will be from my work in progress, YA dystopian/teenage assassin manuscript, LACED.
Images of the boy on the platform, of Andy, and the man in the tweed jacket play against my eyelids and I’m forced to open them again. By now the man is slouched over on a train to New-New York. No one will notice he’s dead until they stop, and round up the passengers up like cattle to force them through the security check point. By tomorrow the reports will say Chancellor Adkins died of a massive heart attack. No one will question the media, no one will think of me bumping into him, no one will wonder how a man of thirty-five died so young. It’s the beauty of the job, I guess.
That's it. Hope you enjoyed it.
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