Time for the Sunday Fiction Post-up! Come share your current work-in-progress here. Sorry guys, so late with this post today, usually I schedule it and I’ve been bogged down with some writer’s block. Not so good when you’ve got a deadline. So inspire me today, post your stuff 🙂
I invite you to post your title, genre/sub-genre and about 100-150 words starting on the first paragraph of page 40. I know I have a few non-writers, so you may also post an excerpt from your current blog post-in-progress. No need for critique, just a little writer love.
Here’s mine :
“Extraordinary, isn’t it?” Daskalov says, startling me. I didn’t hear her walk up behind me. It’s unnerving how I allowed my guard to fall around her. Wariness is the only weapon you can trust. Words the General lives by.
“I couldn’t have imagined it, if I hadn’t seen it myself.”
From the corner of my eye she regards me and then returns her gaze to the map. I hope I haven’t said too much. It’s against colony regulation to be outside without orders.
I’ve seen what this map outlines from my view on the mountain ledge, but to see it diagramed, now my view is more than rocks, earth and greenery. The towering sliver in the distance isn’t another mountain range, it’s one of the great structures erected when Senex was a thriving city. A river winds from the plains to the center of the Parselette Forest where a black dot indicates Kepler-Colony-2.
Captain Daskalov’s voice pulls my attention away from the map. “Why don’t you have a seat, Kaliyah.”
Have a great Sunday! And Write on!