Weekend Writing Warrior recap:
- Sign up on the site.
- Post 8 sentences of your writing, published or unpublished, to go live after 12:00 noon
- Then visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their 8 sentence posts.
- Spread the word! Twitter hashtag #8sunday.
- More detailed rules here.
I’m sharing snippets from a wip called The First Nation. Last time I checked in with the Weekend Warriors, Raveena (our mc) gave us a look at the second part of her job–reporting. Basically, turning in what you’ve harvested for the day. You must meet quota, though. Or a note goes into your file. Raveena is waiting in line behind a guy taking to long. Now, she’s listening in on the conversation. He’s reported his weight for the day, and where we start is with The Reporter speaking in response to his day’s weight.
“That’s not really,” she took a breath. “Striving for the Nation.”
“I beat the quota,” he almost yelled. The Reporter stared at him, then shook her head slowly and jabbed at the keyboard. I saw his shoulders bunch. One of his hands uncurled and I grabbed the back of his shirt before I knew what I was doing. He turned on me in all of his rage, his hand raised. He was more than a foot taller than me, face black with dirt, eyes too wide.
That’s my 8! Now, get on over to the Weekend Writing Warriors and check out some other great 8s. :)