Sunday, March 13, 2011

Sunday Snapshot

Time for the Sunday Snapshot!  Post the very last paragraph (or up to 5 lines of dialogue) that you wrote.  It doesn't have to be perfect. It doesn't even have to be good. It just has to be yours!

Here's mine:

Marenya was shaken from a kind of stupor by a deep, hollow rumbling from under the earth behind them.  Everyone turned to look over their shoulders. A great white column of steam rose up to join the clouds that coated the sky like ice on a frozen pond.  They waited, but nothing else happened other than that the birds flew up from the valley and wheeled south on the wind in one long, trailing mass.

7 comments:

  1. Great suspense, and the "ice" illustrate's how trapped they feel.

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  2. I enjoyed yours, you captured quite an image.

    Here's mine:

    “You are silly papa, Arthur is nothing more than a friend. Patrick is like my brother and James is an acquaintance of us both. I hardly know him; he lives in the country and goodness knows when I...we, will see him again, if ever.”
    Her words came out in a defensive rush.

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  3. I loved this! What an adorable little Meme!! Happy Sunday! I hope it's fabulous!

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  4. Thanks Jen, you too!

    Glynis, I love your voice in that piece.

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  5. Christine, Just doing a blog tour because I'm miserably behind in blog-ness, and miss it. How to keep up with everything? I dunno. Perhaps eliminate some things from one's schedule, but NOT blogging!
    Anyway, I wasn't sure if this meant post it on my own blog sight (which would make perfect sense) but since I'm here and since I wrote today (acutally, for the mere fact of writing and not because it's good at all, but working through a story), here's my piece, right here!

    Deep into the pocket of nighttime, there was a soft warble, a choral sound somewhere in the distance of Momo's hut. His mother might have attested to, might have recalled if pushed to it, a slight shift in the air, that being the moment when Momo had left. And then moments or minutes later, the warble or whoop or wafting, perhaps from the game grounds, came...

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