It’s Sunday, and you guessed it, that means another Six Sentence Sunday, which means:
- You pick six (6) sentences from anything you’ve written–a work in progress (wip), something under submission, something sold; something new, something old.
- You sign up at the Six Sunday website Tuesday starting at 6PM EST.
- You post it on Sunday (along with posting a link of suxisunday.com)! Such as I have below.
- And then you enjoy.
And I’m sharing snippets from a wip called Countdown, in which Zoe is doing everything she can to save her floating city from being “decommissioned,” or dropped from the sky. It’s written mostly from Zoe’s POV, but we switch to her brother Lawson sometimes to see the battle at home.
The last time we checked in with Zoe, she’d been faced with the decision of whether she should continue her quest, or not, knowing that it could unthinkable consequences.
Now, we’ve joined her again when she is right at highest point of a terrifying moment as she attempts to get back home.
He lifted Zoe above his head as if she weighed nothing, and threw her toward the other ship with what seemed like hope that she would either crash and shatter against its side, or fall between the great ships to her death. As cold air splashed her senseless, drowning her mind, she did her best to reach out, praying she at least hit the other airship.
But she wasn’t going to make it, wasn’t going to figure out how to fix hundreds of miles of air and clouds. She stretched as far as she could, felt everything in her twist in a cramp; and then a hand seized her outstretched arm and impossibly, she was pulled to the deck of the Wolfen.
She stood on shaking legs, shivering from the cold as much as from terror. Her body was jittery, her chest near exploding, but she was alive.
She’s got a touch of luck, doesn’t she? More from her and her hero next week. Until then: more snippets. So much good in one place.