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Weekend Writing Warriors – Who Did That?

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Good morning to you all, and thank you for visiting my blog today. This is Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop where you can share eight sentences from your stories – published/unpublished. I’m continuing to share another 8 from my YA horror novella, The Burning Night. To be truthful, I’m thinking of changing the title. Anyway, this eight continues from last week’s edition.

Set-up: Melissa has just had a dart fired into her arm from an unknown source, and tries to get it out.

 

The eight:

 

Grabbing the dart, I pulled it out while letting out an audible groan as a few trickles of blood trickled down my arm. I let out a series of rasping breaths while I stared at the needle as it dripped my blood onto the kitchen floor. I set the needle on the counter, grabbed a paper towel and pressed it against my arm. The pain kept shooting through me worse than the time I got my Rubella shot, and I was amazed I wasn’t feeling dizzy or nauseous by now.

“Who did that?” I blared. “You’re, like, so messin’ with the wrong girl!”

“Mel, is that you?” Ashley’s faint voice called from behind. “Who the hell are you talkin’ to?”

 

I kind of think I’m over the 8 sentence limit. Well, now we know where Ashley is. Makes you feel for Melissa, no? I’d love to know your thoughts. Next week I will be absent from W.W.W. as I’m moving into my new apartment. I’ve been staying with friends for the past month, and it’s now time to settle into my new home. I’ll continue with more from this story when I return

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Weekend Writing Warriors – Possessed House


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Greetings all and welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, a great place to meet writers, while sharing bits of your stories. I’m glad you’ve taken some time out of your day to read my snippet. Continuing from my YA horror novella, The Burning Night, I’ve decided to skip a few lines in the story.

Set-up: After hearing that spooky voice, Melissa needs to find her younger sister, post-haste (Ashley gets scared easily) and hurries downstairs into the kitchen. She calls Ashley’s name, but doesn’t get any response, which makes her even more worried. More weirdness of the house kicks in when she notices the stove cooktop that has switched on by itself.

The Eight:

 

The uncomfortable silence made my stomach churn and my heart started thumping hard – so hard I thought it was going to burst through my chest. Sucking in a breath, I uttered, “Oh my God!”

My muscles tightened, thinking about what Mom and Dad would say if they knew their baby girl was missing. “Ashley Joanne Murdock, where are you?!?”

I pressed one hand over my chest by my heart, hoping the beat would slow down. Moving into the kitchen, I tried to think where Ashley could have been and why she wasn’t answering. From the corner of my eye, I saw one of the ceramic cooktops emitting a bright glow on the stove. My mouth dropped as I approached it, and then stopped in mid-stride when I noticed that the temperature knobs weren’t even switched on.

 

I’ve been pondering whether the cooktop bit is feasible or not. Perhaps I need to use something different? I suppose that’s why I’m posting this 8. Thoughts and feedback are always helpful.

I’m happy I’m still participating, even though work and teaching duties are piling up. W.W.W. is a good way for me to maintain my ‘sanity’.

Click on the above link for the list of participating authors. Guidelines can also be found on the website, so you’ll know exactly how to participate – it’s easier than you think!

Enjoy the rest of your weekend!

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Weekend Writing Warriors – Melissa Goes Down the Stairs

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Welcome again to another round of Weekend Writing Warriors. A great place to meet new writers and get your name out there in the writing world. The winter is winding down and while it makes many of you happy, I’m the opposite simply because that means I have to stow away my skis and snowshoes. Although, this winter has been VERY COLD and I can’t believe that I once thought about moving to northern Canada – guess I won’t be doing that!

Ah well, I’m continuing to share eights from my YA horror, The Burning Night. Thanks so much to all those that commented on my previous post and hope to see your helpful comments this week. In this eight, Melissa has located her sisters’ slippers by a stairwell leading to a basement. Wanting to locate her sister, Melissa goes down the stairs.

Here’s the eight:

     

    I gaped at the flight of wooden steps, but there was no way I was going to let my bare feet touch all that dust, so I ignored the sign and kept my flip-flops on. I let my foot sink onto the first creaky stair, hoping it wouldn’t break as I bit my lip. Once I knew it was stable enough, I stuck the other foot onto the next stair and gingerly descended into the basement. The stairs squeaked with every step and an ozone-like tang from below almost turned me crossed-eyed. As I came to the bottom of the staircase, I spotted Ashley watching TV and sitting cross-legged on a large lime green sofa in front of a dry wall. A gray line spanned across it a foot above her head. She looked up from the TV screen and stared at me incredulously.  “Didn’t you see the sign?”

 

In case you are wondering, Ashley is referring to the sign upstairs that asks that everyone take off their shoes/slippers before going into the basement. Too bad, she doesn’t know what lies ahead. I know what many of you are thinking: Don’t do it Melissa! And you’re so right. I’ll continue this next week. This is a first draft, and I’m working on editing so I will take your suggestions into consideration. Thanks for stopping by and have a great Sunday!

*One note: For those of you who are new to my snippets, Melissa and her sister are staying at a country house in upstate New York, rented by their parents for a few days. Melissa’s parents have left them alone in the house, while they go out for the evening in the local town.

I’m also participating in Facebook’s Snippet Sunday.

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