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Weekend Writing Warriors – Melissa’s Dilemma #8Sunday

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Thanks for visiting me on this gorgeous Sunday! 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. First time to Weekend Writing Warriors? Not sure which blogs to visit? May I suggest you visit Amy Braun, Jessica E. Subject, Veronica Scott and Caitlin Stern.

I continue with my YA novel, Due for Love (tentative title for now). We are at the start of a new chapter, where Melissa is pacing through every room at her house while looking for a job. The stress of trying to earn some much-needed extra cash has her restlessly pacing around her house, when she suddenly remembers a chore she needs to do. The snippet is in first-person and has been formatted to fit the 10 sentence rule:

       I’ve toured every room in the house including the bedrooms of Ashley and Dad, risking verbal beatings from both whilebrowsing through job postings and Facebook. My heart is racing like one of those Japanese bullet trains as I pace around the kitchen, and I’m now regretting that fifth cup of coffee at breakfast. On top of that, my eyes are stinging from an overdose of blue light, increasing the already likelihood of needing glasses by the time I’m 25.

       After putting my tablet on sleep mode, I suck in a breath as my eyes meet a message to me from my dad on the dry erase board by the fridgereminding me to water all the plants today.

        “Aw shit,” I pound the countertop, causing Dasher to jump and scat out of the kitchen. “How the fuck did I forget?”

        It’s my turn to water the plants, and because Dad checks to make sure Ashley and I have done our chores, I’ll be grounded if I don’t.
  
         I’m greeted by the sun’s UV rays stinging my skin as I come through the door frame into my backyard with a full watering can. Intense heat quickly seeps through the bottoms of my feet the moment I step onto the deck. “Aaahh, ow, ow,” I hop around, enduring a blistering hot foot.

Ouch! Guess she should’ve put one some shoes! Luckily, it will be be a very brief hot foot. I’ll continue with this scene next week where someone from Melissa’s past will appear. In case you are wondering, Melissa needs to earn extra money as she is moving to California for college, but her father refuses to help her move her stuff so she needs to find another way. FYI, Dasher is Melissa’s cat.

Well, I have some exciting news for you all! I have accepted a new job teaching English in Poland. I’ll be living in a small city 40 miles from Warsaw. The job starts in September and I’m very excited as I have been dreaming of teaching English abroad for many years! Don’t worry, as I will continue to share snippets from across the Atlantic. Since I’ve had a rough year in Ottawa, I feel that this opportunity has come as a blessing! Though I will miss living in the capital of my country.

Happy Sunday everyone!

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Can Melissa break the pipe? – Weekend Writing Warriors

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors  and Snippet Sunday . The rules are simple: 8 sentences, no more, no less. Post them to your website by Sunday morning and enjoy the fun.

I’m sharing a final snippet from my short story. Melissa and Ashley have been enduring what seems like an everlasting hot foot. Melissa spots a plastic pipe as she desperately tries to break it open, knowing her feet will be severely burned if she doesn’t. Ashley watches hoping water spews out as she continues to dance. Their captors above watch them – only they know the truth about the pipe. Can this save the girls?

 On with the eight:

Yanking harder on the pipe, my feet screamed from agonizing pain as I pressed them against the wall. The nauseating smell of the egg overcooking on the floor, and Ashley’s constant ouches made my head spin.

“C’mon Mel, my feet can’t take anymore of this!”

Feeling my eyes welling up with tears, I kept pulling with every aching muscle in my arms. I could no longer watch my baby sister suffer, while endlessly lifting up one foot after the other. Just as the pipe began to crack, a gust of white gas blew at me from the wall. I hacked at the blast and inhaled the fumes, which began to make me feel light-headed. My eyes got heavy as my grip on the pipe loosened.

I know you must be thinking it’s over for them. The story ends on a positive note, but because this is unpublished I can’t tell you how it ends. Your comments are most welcome and I thank you for your feedback while I’ve been sharing this story.

Next weekend, I will be attending a work-related conference in Mexico City, so I won’t be participating in next week’s session. I plan to be absent from the snippet memes until December, due to increased work commitments – I find I can only write on weekends. I will miss you all until then and appreciate your understanding.

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Weekend Writing Warriors – Melissa and Ashley spot a life-saver

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Welcome to another day of Weekend Writing Warriors . The rules are simple: post 8 sentences from any work onto your blog before Sunday morning, and comment on other writers.

Continuing from last week’s eight, Melissa has just spotted something that might save her and her sister from having their feet severely burned. See if your guesses match. If this is your first visit to my snippets, previous 8’s can be found here:

Snippet # 1

Snippet # 2

Here’s the eight:

“Look, a water pipe!” I cried to Ashley, while pointing at a green pipe running along the wall. She turned to it and gasped, before shouting, “Like how are we gonna get it open?”

As I focused on the metallic exterior of the pipe, I glimpsed at my bare hands. Given we had no other choice, I had to try – my high school basketball coach always told me I’d never know unless I tried.

“I can get it open,” I yelled, as I jumped towards the pipe and grabbed hold of it with both hands, yanking it with every ounce of strength in my muscles. With her jaw dropped, Ashley traded horrific looks between the pipe and the stove burner red below as she continued to ‘dance’.  Pulling harder, I pictured icy, cool water spewing onto this giant frying pan and soothing my poor feet, as I strained my face. Ashley let out a deafening cry, and I heard a roar of taunting laughter from above. 

Seems impossible, no? If you’re wondering why they didn’t grab onto the pipe in the first place, that wouldn’t have worked. They didn’t notice before, and besides they could only hang on for so long. Sorry to keep you all hanging, but I can only fit in so much in eight sentences. Next week will be the last snippet I share from this story. Anymore after that, and I’ll be giving the whole plot away. Remember, this is unpublished and unedited. As always, I love your comments/suggestions.

Click on the link above for the complete list of participating authors. If you are new to Weekend Writing Warriors, I suggest you visit some of my favorite writers: Sarah Ballance, Monica Enderle Pierce, Veronica Scott, Chip Etier, Sarah Cass, Caitlin Stern and Linda Hamonou. Have a great weekend! I’m also participating on Facebook’s Snippet Sunday.

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