I was tagged by my Twitter friend @vanessapeay to participate in the 7/7/7 challenge!!
RULES
- Go to page 7 of your current WIP
- Scroll down to line 7
- Share the next 7 sentences in a blog post.
- After the blog post tag 7 other writers to continue the challenge.
I actually have a couple WIPs that are very different, so I'm going to post qualifying selections from some of them (you only have to do one, I'm just going further for fun!)
From YA Urban Fantasy AMERICAN LEPRECHAUNS:
The
overhead lamps slowly buzzed to life and his Converses kicked loose gravel. A
few more driveways. A few more split level houses framed by sweet, rotten crape
myrtles screaming magenta. A few more lopsided mailboxes with paint-chipped
stands. One motorcycle, two barking spaniels glaring through a fence, one fire
hydrant, a whole lot of rain later, and Harrison crossed up Sean Campbell’s
yard. The Miura gleamed in the driveway, aquamarine and glorious. He stubbed
his toe on a sprinkler. Bump. Pain through socks and sneakers.
“Heck.”
From YA Historical Fantasy, THE DARK AND THE SAPPHIRE
He was propped with one knee up on
one of the windows, examining both the empty streets below and the half-eaten
apple in his hand. Fyr reached over, took the gnawed fruit from her brother,
and bit off a large chunk.
“Fyr!”
he protested as she handed it back, wincing at its acidity.
But
she ignored him and peered past his hair out the window. A few Shusheni troops
in the archaic tunic and metal cap uniform of the footsoldier were meandering
aimlessly below, guns slung over their shoulders and powder horns on their
belts.
“Look
at them,” Fyr muttered despondently. “The Vlalonnans have pelisses and shakos
and two overcoats a piece, and yet the Shusheni soldiers, subjects to one of
the wealthiest empires in the world, don’t even have matching rifles, and they’re
wearing the same uniforms issued in the Baroque Era.”
She
kicked air and ground her palms into the massive table before her, formerly the
dining table of the governor of Cixi, but he had evacuated, with most of the
citizens.
“This
table,” she said angrily, stabbing its surface with her finger. “It’s solid
gold. The money it took to make this could have bought an entire Banner
knapsacks or a cannon or horses. Stupid emperor, and stupid Craft of Combat!”
From MG Urban fantasy (fairytale continuation), IMOGEN THE GIANT-SLAYER:
I guess Mom and Dad wanted, ahem, unusually named kids, because I don’t know any other Thankfuls or Auburns or Imogens. But I do know one Curtis, and he’s a monkey at a zoo. I give my brother a hard time about that one.
I galloped into my closet of a room. It’s painted bright green. I like that. What I don’t like is when Thankful or Auburn poke their noses in and say “What a bear pit.”
I dragged my suitcase out from under my stuffed animal-clogged daybed. and looked around thoughtfully, scratching my forehead.
I'm not going to tag anyone due to time crunch and too many lovely people to choose from, but feel free to consider yourself tagged if you want to participate!! :D
