Wahoo! It's been a busy weekend for me, in more ways than two. Yesterday was the Queer Film Blogathon and today is the I'M LOVIN' THE LANGUAGE FIESTA!
This amazing blogfest is hosted by Jolene B. Perry, and I want to thank her for it. The rules are simple: Pick any five lines or any five SHORT excerpts from one of your WIPs. If you're feeling shy, and don't want to share from your own work, share from something you LOVE.
Today I would like to share three sentences from my current WIP, Bane Hollow and the Apocalypse of Judgment. I could very well quote from my favorite novels, but others have beaten me to the chase.
This first piece is near the middle of the novel. Bane and his buddy Styx are getting ready to fight a "monster."
Styx took a deep breath. "Okay, I'm gonna strike first. I'll try and freeze it and if that doesn't work I'll have to battle it. If it's got me in a headlock, I want you to jump in and cut off its ass. If that doesn't work and I'm eaten, I then want you to take whatever's left of me and sell it on the black market, okay?"
This next one speaks for itself.
Mr. Winky lived in a hot pink high heeled shoe.
"Terribly embarassing," he told Bane and Styx. "Though, I'm powerless to disapprove--wifey likes the ghastly thing, and I've learned, after three hundred years of marriage, that my needs don't matter."
And this last piece is from a scene break in the second chapter. It illustrates a dilemma many children face, which is often acted upon in tragic ways.
Bane killed his father that night.
He stabbed him in his stomach, slit a gash in his neck and thrust the cold steel into the devil's heart. The blood splashed and flowed like a pipe but Bane didn't care. He had endured beatings for far too long and it had to stop! He had to die! And so he continued to kill him--carefully tracing the sword that dug into his father's head. The paper trembled on his knee as he drew, tears splattered every empty space. The page was slipping into the wind. He tried to grab it with his left hand, but his wrist. . .just wouldn't move. Away with the breeze the paper flew, until it was going. . .going. . .gone into the clear night sky.
And there you have it!
Thanks again to Jolene for hosting this and I can't wait to read the other AWESOME entries!
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