Hi everyone! It's time for another Sunday Snapshot, where you post a short snippet (100 words or less) of what you've been writing. It doesn't have to be perfect. It doesn't even have to be good. It just has to be yours.I'm working on a short story right now and it has me "in fits" as a friend of mine would say. Not only are they supposed to be spicy, fresh, and colorful, but there has to be some kind of a twist. Kind of like really good pasta.
He turned the wagon down the rutted road that
led to the spring. The brown branches of the trees bowed ominously in the stiff
wind, leaves swirling in the gusts and drifting against their trunks. Batya
bowed her head to keep the dirt from her eyes. The wagon lurched over the ruts
so violently that she gripped the edge of the seat with both hands to keep from
being thrown off. The kettle and chain thumped and rattled under the blanket.
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glad you're writing, no matter what it is. i'm sure it's nice to take a break from the other stories. i might do the same, just for my sanity. a girl can do only so much plotting and stewing over one story.
ReplyDeleteYes, I know! Groan. But at the same time I refuse to give up on the novel.
ReplyDeleteI like it. Put me right there on the road with her in the long ago.
ReplyDeleteHere's one of mine:
"He watched her performance for another minute, reveling in his good fortune at finding such a perfect patsy. It was time to update the council. Stretching webbed fingers to the console to change bandwidths, he halted. The woman had begun singing. The song reverberated in some distant corner of his memory. The voice was angelic, like the Elohim from which he was descended, though he was far removed from his lofty forebears. He’d been stuck in this hellhole too long."
Think I'll pop over to That Rebel and post it. Thanks for the idea! :)
~ Olivia