six sentences on Sunday
22 May 2011 10:22 am~*~Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.~*~
Finished:
(from Snippets of Millers Kill)
(from No Time--finished but not published)
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Finished:
(from Snippets of Millers Kill)
He rubs at his eyes, tears pressing out at the corners. He can't help but feel responsible for her death. But the more he thinks about it the angrier he gets. If she would have just listened to him instead of tearing off in a huff. It wasn't like he could have left Clare alone to deal with...
His thoughts break off.
His thoughts break off.
(from So Wrong)
Daniel had given him a smug, knowing look as Janet dragged him to the infirmary for an ultrasound.
And now here he was lying in the infirmary with a sore abdomen, raging migraine and roiling stomach surrounded by brightly colored balloons and banners... all mocking him. He'd pop every single one of them if he could get out of bed.
"How are you feeling, Colonel?" Dr. Spitz—some guy from the Academy Jack had never heard of—wandered in, clipboard in hand.
"Just peachy."
And now here he was lying in the infirmary with a sore abdomen, raging migraine and roiling stomach surrounded by brightly colored balloons and banners... all mocking him. He'd pop every single one of them if he could get out of bed.
"How are you feeling, Colonel?" Dr. Spitz—some guy from the Academy Jack had never heard of—wandered in, clipboard in hand.
"Just peachy."
(from No Time--finished but not published)
She shuttered visibly then turned to face him again; he let his hand fall back to the bed. "Sir?" she asked with obvious confusion.
"You think you could drop the 'sir'? Consider it a dying man's last wish."
That got her. She nearly choked at the words, taking great effort to swallow.
"You think you could drop the 'sir'? Consider it a dying man's last wish."
That got her. She nearly choked at the words, taking great effort to swallow.
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