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 This is Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop where you can share eight sentences from your stories – published/unpublished.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.
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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