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Weekend Writing Warriors – Don’t Bother Daddy!

Posted on March 25, 2017 by Frank Fisher

The weekly 8-10 sentence blog hop is hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Click on the links for participation guidelines, as well as the official list of participating authors.

 

I’m glad to be back after a long absence from W.W.W. More on that after the snippet. I’m offering an excerpt from my new WIP, Cruel Summer, which is a coming-of-age YA contemporary that takes place in Cincinnati.

In this snippet, Melissa approaches her dad in his study and asks why he’s not attending to Ashley, her younger sister who’s heartbroken after her boyfriend cheated on her. Dad doesn’t take kindly to being disturbed while working. Note that this is a different Melissa and Ashley, and not the ones from my other story; I just thought it would be nice to have my heroines with the same names – I dunno!

This is Melissa’s POV and creative punctuation has been used to meet the sentence limit:

Dad lifted his head up from his laptop amid his fingers clicking away happily on the keyboard. His glasses slid down to the tip of his nose as he greeted me with a lowered brow. I simply folded my arms and tapped my foot, letting him know I didn’t care if I was disturbing whatever he was working on.

“Are you, like, aware Ashley’s upstairs in tears?” I asked him.

“Are you, like, aware that I have a deadline to meet? Are you also aware I warned her about that witless impudent?”

I blinked at the annoyance shooting from his eyes into mine.

“Now I know you’re not down here to check on me, so out with it, young lady.”

You couldn’t fool my dad, he always had that weird ability to read people.

“I wanna borrow the car,” I said,”I wanna take Ashley out to Ariane’s for some waffles.”

 

Ariane’s is a fictitious diner in the story. The tension between Melissa and her dad is a subplot of the story, and it stems from the fact that Melissa wants to live her own life.

Blurb: When her younger sister starts dating a young man with a dark side, life turns upside down for Melissa. She’ll need the help from the last person she would go to – her ex-boyfriend.

Thoughts and feedback is much appreciated, keeping in mind this is a W.I.P.

So where the heck have I been? Sorry, I’ve been working two jobs since October and trying to keep up with my Rotary duties. Sadly, writing has also been on the back-burner. No matter, I’m just happy I’ve finally made some time to be with you all again. I’ll share another snippet from this story next week.

Thanks for visiting me today!

Frank

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Weekend Writing Warriors/#8Sunday – It Will Be Quite Painful

Posted on September 17, 2016 by Frank Fisher

The 8-10 sentence blog hop is hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. Thanks for visiting my blog today! And ‘howdy!’ to all of my fellow writer friends! I’ve missed you all! Though, I guess I’ve been saying that a lot this year.

I’m offering an excerpt from my YA contemporary, Never Let Go. My MC’s Melissa and Ashley (a pair of teenage sisters) have found themselves trapped in a steel walled box room. They are greeted by woman and her two young adult daughters, who are watching them through a skylight. The woman, Emily, tells Melissa and Ashley that she intends to seek vengeance on the girls’ father whom wrong her awhile. Melissa wants to know why, of course.

The snippet, which has been formatted to meet the sentence requirement, opens with Emily speaking to Melissa. This is in Melissa’s POV.

“Because it’s better to attack a man’s heart, my dear, the ones he cares about the most…like his two daughters.”

I let out a gasp, and an uncomfortable feeling suddenly seared in my stomach.

“What a shame,” Emily said with a drowsy voice as she leaned forward to the point where her nose was almost touching the glass. “Such beautiful, healthy girls Kevin has…and now I have to do this to them.”

It became instantly clear that Emily wasn’t just imprisoning us. I swallowed the iron lump in my throat while tremors rumbled in my hands, racing throughout my bloodstream.

“Wh-what are you g-gonna do to us?”

“Oh but that would ruin the surprise, my sweet little Melissa. But don’t worry, it will be quite painful, I assure you.”

My eyes instantly grew wide and traveled across every inch of the seemingly empty room, while chills shot up and down my spine.

 

Some of you will recall previous snippets from this story, hence you know Emily isn’t joking about it being painful – and it will be indeed! Either way, what a scary situation for the hapless teens. More from this in the next edition of Weekend Writing Warriors. Your feedback is much appreciated!

I will be out of town next weekend, so the next posting will occur the weekend after. I hope to become a regular participant after what’s been my longest absence. I was just following up with that big decision I told you about. I finally made it, which meant I decided not to pursue a PhD. and return home to southern Ontario Canada. I’m glad I made this choice, even though it was one of the biggest ones I had to make. I’ll post a story about it on my blog soon.

Thanks for reading, and be sure to click on the link to Weekend Writing Warriors to read other snippets from fine authors.

Frank

 

 

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Weekend Writing Warriors/#8Sunday: Stephanie Fights Back!

Posted on July 30, 2016 by Frank Fisher

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!

Frank

 

 

 

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