Six Sentence Sunday - Better Left Unspoken

Another excerpt from my short story ‘Better Left Unspoken’. The story wasn’t working and I couldn’t quite work out why, so I’ve done a GMC chart and now, of course, I have to do significant revisions. Serves me right. This should stay, though.

Dirt floor, rocky uncut stone wall. Blue sky, hammering sun. The strange clacking continued unabated out of sight. Rope cut tight into Berkh’s wrists and ankles as he tried to turn his head.

A scream bubbled up his throat. Eyes bulging, he clamped his teeth shut against it.

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In other news, I’ve sent ‘Love Enough’ to Tor.com for consideration. Hopefully I’ll have a response before I have a second baby. Their response time is 9 months, and I’m not pregnant yet, so it’s even-odds!

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Six Sentence Sunday – Not Where He Can See

 An extract from a 5000 word short story I’m working on – my third for the month and still ahead of schedule. Here’s hoping it stays that way! Had feedback on the first two stories from my writer’s group yesterday, so time to revise, finalise and submit them.Hopefully I can get them published somewhere and you can have the pleasure of reading the whole story!

The queen seized his elbow hard, leaving bloody fingerprints on his white shirt. ‘Berkh.’

That one word contained unfathomable emotion and entreaty, both a plea and a command. Old guilt welled up.

‘Not here, not where my brother might see.’ Berkh wrenched his arm from her grip.

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Six Sentence Sunday - Air Ship, Ghost Ship

Here's an excerpt from the short story I've just submitted to my writer's group - ahead of my self-imposed schedule I might add!

Vakar scribed a huge circle through the air, Dannin swinging wide below, his gloved hands clinging grimly to the thin hemp. The strange wizard was waiting when Dannin spun out of the mist. He seized the rope. The abrupt halt in Dannin’s momentum slammed the wizard back a few steps. Dannin’s feet scrabbled for the deck. Snatching the dragonrider's dagger from his belt two-handed, the wizard sawed jaggedly at the hemp.

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Six Sentence Sunday #2

Another excerpt from my novel 'Deathhawk's Betrayal'. I've just sent the entire manuscript off to the Unpublished Manuscript Competition with Writing Australia. Wish me luck! 

In the meantime, enjoy!

Aldenon’s hand groped until it found the knife strapped to Astarl’s leg and pressed it into her hand. Her fingers refused to close around the hilt and the knife fell back to the floor. She jerked her hand away as if burned.

‘You can.’ He caught her hand back, kissing her fingertips. ‘It will be just like every other time.’

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