Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors. The rules: 8 sentences from a published story or WIP, and that’s it. I had a great time in L.A. last week; I even went down to a town, south of Tijuana, Mexico (my friend has a condo there and knows the area). I’m sharing another eight from, The Burning Night, a YA novella (it started out as a short story, but I needed more words to tell it). This eight occurs before my last snippet and is an edited version of one I shared a few weeks ago.
Set-up: While Melissa is relaxing in her room, her younger sister, Ashley, comes skipping into the room, all perky and cheerful. She glances at Melissa’s flip-flops by the door, and then gives her a slack look. Ashley speaks first.
“Flip-flops? Uh, hello, we’re not at the beach!”
“They’re for wearin’ around this dumb house…you know I don’t like slippers,” I deadpanned.
“Along with everything else you hate in life…you poor kid,” she said. I knew she was just trying to push my buttons, so I kept my mouth shut, hoping she would get the hint. She danced around the room, snapping her fingers while shifting from foot to foot.
“I kissed a girl, I liked it,” she singsonged, giving me a wink as she neared my bed. “Hope my boyfriend don’t mind it.”
If you don’t know what she’s singing, it’s a Katy Perry song; Ashley is a huge fan of hers. A little bit more of punchy sister humor. I’ll share one that shows the deep sisterly love they have. I’d love your feedback and look forward to reading your eights today.
I’ll be absent from next week’s W.W.W. Click on the link above for the official list of participating authors.