I promised that I’d post again, because I’m finally writing again. 🙂 This is good. This is from a short story called Through Her Sunken Dream, and it’s about the effects of severe depression. It’s also two females in the lead this time, my second foray into that genre. Hope you like!
P.S.–I went a little over the six. Apologies!
Her vision blurred a bit, scaring her since the room was already dark. She shuffled over to the line of light with the moving shadow Tara figured must be her girlfriend. Her hands searched for the doorknob, slipping on the metal handle two or three times before managing to unlock the door. As it opened slowly, Mina careful of her proximity, Tara whispered, “We were snuggling… weren’t we?”
“You said you needed to pee,” Mina answered, keeping her voice calm, but her facial expression told Tara of the terror filling her. “I’m going to turn the light on, babe, because I need to see you.”
“I’m cold,” Tara told her girlfriend. “Can I have a blanket?”
I’m actually going out on a limb here because I’m showing you something that’s never seen the light of day for ANYONE. Not a beta, not an editor, not anything or anyone other than my pretty little eyes. I don’t like the title, so working on that. The main characters are Caerwyn Morgan and Micah MacKenna. Caerwyn–or Ceri as Micah calls him– is an American widower living in London, where his partner died and was buried. Micah is a well-known actor who happens to live in the large flat beneath Caerwyn’s. They are on their first “date.” Micah starts the dialogue… and I couldn’t help it, I had to go one sentence over the six.
“I like hugs because you can be weak in them without having to apologize for it and, at the same time, you can draw strength from the love the person gives you while hugging you. I like kisses because I can lose myself in the kiss and really see the person I’m kissing far better than I can with my eyes open.”
Caerwyn lifted his head, gazing up into Micah’s honest mocha eyes as he thought, Interesting theory—I wonder if that’s true? I mean, not that I really could experiment to find out if that’s true or not… could I?
Caerwyn cradled the camera against his chest as he slid his free hand up to rest on Micah’s chest as he searched the other man’s face for any sign of objection. What the bloody hell are you doing, Caerwyn? Are you seriously about to kiss Micah MacKenna?
And so begins my foray into the six sentence snippets of my WIPs… I’m hoping I can do this correctly! Haha… if not, it’ll be interesting to see how it works.
Without further adieu, here is my go:
Jonathan broached, stepping in close to tug David against him, his hands brushing David’s hair over his ears. “What upset you on this amazing day?”
“I think we should have the water checked out.” David sighed. “People keep drinking it, I’ma go crazy. Like the literal form—I will go farking insane.”
To read more snippets like the above, click on the Rainbow Snippets graphic and read to your heart’s content! 🙂