It’s the 8-10 sentence blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Click on the link to visit the homepage. Hard to believe we’re almost into August (sigh!).
Here’s another excerpt from My Gift where Stephanie manages to turn the tables on her drunk boyfriend, who’s beating her on the ground. It has been formatted to meet the 10 sentence limit:
As I continue to shield my stomach with my arms, I know I have to save myself somehow, get off this floor and away from him fast. Adam cranks his foot back with his face burning crimson. With every inch of my body between the breasts and hips is throbbing, it can’t possibly take another hit. I manage to grab his foot just as it’s barreling towards its target, throw it into the air and knock him off balance. He cries out as he falls back, before hitting the ground with his back, making a satisfying thud. “Why you…little-”
I manage to get to my feet, groan from the pain, and grab an empty beer bottle from the coffee table.
Adam’s eyes widen as I crank it back, and then smash it over his head. Shrapnels of glass scatter around the living room as he collapses on the carpet. He groans and writhes on the ground while grabbing his head, as I clutch my stomach and pant in shock.
Kudos Stephanie! But now what? This is where the story lifts off like a rocket heading out into space. Your comments are always welcome. I’m sorry if last week’s snippet was too sudden. Thanks to some helpful feedback, I’m going to change the story’s beginning.
On a personal note, thanks to all for your thoughtful words. I still have not made my decision, but I’m getting very close to doing so. I’m heading to a Toronto FC game today (soccer for those not familiar with the team), which might clear out the cobwebs.
Thanks for stopping by! Enjoy your weekend!