Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors . I hope you’ve been intrigued by this story, now it gets a little bit scary for my heroines. I’m continuing from my last eight. While being imprisoned in a chamber, Melissa and Emily exchange insults. Fed up with Melissa’s attitude, Emily decides that it’s time to carry out her plans for the girls. Here’s the eight:
As she stared at us, her frown quickly turned into a spongy evil grin. “Melissa and Ashley,” she said softly. Her voice deepened as she snarled, “Prepare to be barbecued!”
I trembled and cringed, feeling the hair lifting on my arms. I could tell from Ashley’s sudden white face that the woman’s words made her shudder. Swinging my head from side to side, I tried to anticipate her next move. Ashley clutched my left arm, as her trembling hand sent shock waves throughout my body. Swallowing a breath, I looked up to see the woman pointing her index finger at us, her look reminding me of the witch from the Wizard of Oz.
What’s she going to do to them? Any guesses? Your comments are always helpful and appreciated. Click on the link above for the official list of participating authors. I’m also sharing this on Facebook’s Snippet Sunday Have a wonderful Sunday!
Good morning and happy Wednesday to you all! This is my first time participating on Hump Day Hook, but I’ve seen that a few of you from Six Sunday and Weekend Warriors are participants – Hello! I’m sharing a paragraph from my WIP, which is a YA novel. Those who know me, this is a continuation from my 8 sentences on Weekend Warriors. Cammy still hasn’t arrived, so Ryan is concerned and tries to contact her. Comments are greatly appreciated, and to those visiting my blog for the first time, I hope you like it.
Whipping out his phone, Ryan rapidly typed at the keypad, ‘We’re here Wre r u?’ and hit send. He tucked the phone on the seat between his legs, his hands trembling. He couldn’t keep making up excuses for her and needed a sign that she was coming. The waitress sauntered towards the booth, holding two plates full of grub in one arm, another full plate in the other. “Dinner’s served,” she announced, laying Miguel and Tracy’s orders down on the table. A crooked expression appeared on Miguel’s face as he slowly reached for the set of utensils. As she presented Ryan his French toast he ran his jerky left hand through his hair. He gazed at the three thick slices on the plate that looked more like a mountain of burgers.
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Hello all! It’s my first posting on Weekend Writing Warriors. I’m so glad that a few new memes have popped up. For those from the old Six Sunday, it’ great to see you all (online) again. For those who are not familiar with me, I’m Frank and I write YA fiction. For the past year, I’ve been sharing snippets from my novel in progress. On WeWriWa, I intend to continue sharing from this novel. Don’t judge until you’ve read my snippets.
In this snippet, my main character, Ryan, is at a diner with his brother Miguel. They’re waiting for Cammy, the other main character, to arrive but it’s been over 45 minutes and she hasn’t arrived.
Fifteen more minutes had passed and still Cammy hadn’t showed up. Checking the clock on the home screen of his Smartphone, Miguel titled his head from side to side. Ryan pinched the skin of his throat as he kept one eye on the front door, the other looking over the devouring trucker through the large multi-paned window. Even Tracy, who was drumming her fingers, began to suspect something fishy.
“The hell’s goin’ on Ryan?” asked Miguel. “This chick comin’ or what?”
“Miguel!” Tracy hissed, her voice low. “Don’t refer to women as chicks!”
*note that Tracy is Miguel’s girlfriend
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