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It’s time for Weekend Writing Warriors! Every Sunday, a bunch of writers post 8-sentence snippets from their WIPs on their blogs. There’s a lot of reading, commenting and great writing. Click on the link to see the full list.
Last week, Janna and Anton watched a bunch of scary people destroy the farm they were staying at. With no food, no money, and nowhere to go, they make their way to a tavern whose proprietor- Maya- helped Janna when she was first on her way to the farm.
Maya was outside, watering some flowers in a pot by the door. “Why, it’s you again,” she said, her pleasant face creased in a smile. “You and your boy- though I could’ve sworn you had a little girl last time you were here.”
Janna had thought she couldn’t possibly cry anymore, but the moment she tried to speak, the tears came again.
“Oh dear,” Maya said, “something dreadful’s happened, hasn’t it? We’ve been hearing the most terrible stories these past few days.”
“My sister’s dead,” Anton said, as Janna tried to gulp down her sobs. “That woman with the horrible eyes killed her.”
Previous snippets are here.
Happy New Year! It’s time for Weekend Writing Warriors! Every Sunday, a bunch of writers post 8-sentence snippets from their WIPs on their blogs. There’s a lot of reading, commenting and great writing. Click on the link to see the full list.
We last left Janna hiding in the woods with Anton, while the farm where they lived was attacked. Anyezka, Janna’s 5-year-old stepdaughter is at the farm, but there’s nothing they can do until the marauders leave. Finally, they see them coming down the road.
A woman rode at the head of the group. Tangled black curls fell down her back, over a long, dirty sheepskin coat similar to what the others wore. But while they whooped and laughed, she looked around silently, scanning the edges of the forest. Janna shrank back.
The woman slowed her horse to a stop as she sniffed the air and Janna could have sworn her eyes glowed yellow, like an animal’s. She sniffed again, then shrugged and urged her horse on. Neither Janna nor Anton breathed until they were well down the road.
“What was that?” Anton asked, still shaking
Oh, I think we know exactly who it is- though the what may still be unclear! Guess she didn’t waste any time getting right back to work after installing Braeden in his cozy dungeon.
Previous snippets are here.