As I write this, it’s actually last Wednesday. I am feeling a tad overwhelmed with everything I am trying to do, so you’re going to help me with a prompt for next week.
The weekly writespiration is a platform of inspiration for writers but also an opportunity for writers to share their work. So. This week, I want two things from you:
1 – The title of your current WIP – if you’re working on more than one, just choose the one you like the title of best. Or if you like, make a title up.
2 – A 150 word snippet from your current WIP. If it is part of a series, feel free to post links to amazon for the first book (only) in the series and I will add it for people to have a look.
Please note – I will be using your titles in next weeks challenge, so if you are not happy for them to be published as part of a challenge, please do not enter them, and perhaps choose another title you are happy to share.
If you want to join in, either post your entry at the bottom, or in a blog post with a ping back so I can find it.
My Book has a working title of Keepers, which is part of the Fallon trilogy. Whether it will stay as Keepers I have no idea. But here is the first 156 words of my novel:
Mother’s shoe rapped against our train’s wooden floor. Once, twice, three times. I stole a glance at her. Arms folded, eyes narrowed to slits. I’d pushed too far. Nibbling the inside of my lip I glared at my friend Bo, hoping for support; she shrugged and looked at the floor. Helpful. Well, I wasn’t giving in. This was my Keepers Ceremony, and I wanted to feel like myself when I walked in.
“Bo?” I said, trying not to let the fire raging in my chest burn her name.
“I’m staying out of this.”
Mother’s foot stopped tapping. I closed my eyes, preparing for the onslaught.
“You listen to me, Eden East. You’re not attending your Keepers ceremony wearing those disgusting boots and filthy combats. I forbid it.”
I cringed as Mother spit my full name and wiggled a finger in my face.
“NO, Eden. This isn’t just any ceremony and you’re not just any Keeper.”
Sacha Black © 2016 all rights reserved
Last week I asked you to grab the nearest book and choose words according to a set of numbers.
First in to last week’s entries is Ellen with the words: Grafaganana, San, the and Florentine.
The Dragons love song
He woke Garfaganana
To sing him a song.
A dreamy one of love
That he knew all along.
A melodic tune named simply “san”
It was crooned in Florentine hills.
By lovers sunning themselves
on padded window sills.
Romanced, he swooped her
Through a portal to his lair
Where he crooned his love
While brushing her hair.
Next up Bill, with a beautiful and emotive poem using the words: Decades, Tiny, My and Disappointed
I look ahead and MY world
seems destined to dissolve
into tiny fragments,
shards of unexamined lives,
I will not enjoy,
skin, sweet skin,
wine left wanting.
I look back,
nostalgic, of course,
and vaguely disappointed
at the hurried loss
of the decades,
which I let aimlessly let slip by
like grains of sand,
grains of sand?
I am stilled
by an inertia,
yet to be,
never to be
Next up Lori Carlson with the words: War, Give, to and compelling
“If they want war, we’ll give them war!” the leader says as he stands on a stage before the crowd.
We all jump to our feet and cheer, “Give ’em hell!”
The leader, now red-faced, continues, “We’ll squash them like bugs!”
We all chant, “Termites, termites!”
By now we are a frenzied mess. Shouts, screams, and chants echo through the auditorium. The leader has given another compelling speech. We pile out of the meeting hall pumped and ready to fight. We each return to our rooms, turn on our computers, and log in to the game – Exterminator Warriors!
Next in Jane, with this hilarious entry, love the phrasing towards the end!
“I’m sorry Mr Tibbs, but your proposal is really just too disadvantageous for us.”
“You mean like the odds is too short?”
The man in the suit got to his feet, his right hand stretched out in a gesture of dismissal. “If you like. I’m sorry, but…our image… You understand?”
Vic shook the hand as if he was being offered a bouquet of live wires. “I’ll take ’em back then.”
The suit held the door open. “If you would be so kind. The young lady at reception will show you where they are being…held.”
Vic stuffed his hands in his pockets and stomped back down the corridor. Pompous prick! He’d rather pay some flash business with fancy machinery. Well, stuff him. The girl at the desk looked at him as though he had a cowpat plastered over his head.
“If you’d like to follow me, please.”
She picked her way along a tarmac strip out the back of the main building to what looked like a large garage and produced a key. While she unlocked the doors, Vic gazed at the vast expanse of green that surrounded the commercial unit and sighed. The five of them could keep that trim, the bushes too, no problem. The girl pulled open the doors and stepped back.
Vic clicked his tongue. “Come on, girls, Pedro, home time.”
The receptionist moved quickly out of the way, but not quickly enough.
“Erk!” she shrieked. “It spat at me!”
“Sign of affection,’ Vic said and yanked on Pedro’s halter. “If ever your boss changes his mind, decides to go green—”
Vic shrugged. “Well, fuck me sideways, what a surprise. His loss. C’mon you lot.”
He headed off towards the road, the five llamas trotting after him.
Next up Ladylee and you have to go check out the bonkers photo that accompanies her story
Kelly kept tossing and turning in her sleep. The place was still vivid in her mind and she was thinking of some ways to help them. Her Mum took her to one of the trailer parks in the neighbourhood and she would not believe what she was seeing or smelling. The dirt, the stench all over and unused appliances just on the streets. There was even a toilet bowl there. Ah! she thought of a brilliant idea. So the next day she went back to the place and planted some flowers around. It was triumphantly accepted by the community.
Next in, Bré with this brilliant and slightly horrifying entry using a PC ad from a newspaper! Her words: free, laptop, company & contribution.
My boyfriend Roger got me a job in the company where he works. Don’t worry we won’t be working together, he actually just got a promotion. He’s on the road a lot while I’m in the office. It’s a pretty sweet deal I get a free laptop and phone, they just take a small contribution out of my wages each month.
I was looking through my new laptop and came across some photos. Someone must have had it before me. I couldn’t help but browse. Some were work photos, holiday snaps, dark ones I couldn’t make out. And. Is that a body? I flicked to the next one and gasped. I slammed it shut.
I asked Rachel in IT do they recycle laptops. “Yeah, when someone leaves the company or upgrades” I was debating showing the photos to the police but wanted to have a name. I asked who owned the laptop before me. “Ha what a coincidence. Roger did.”
Next up, Pat, my lovely Rough Writer from Carrot Ranch. Pat gets bonus points for using the words in the same order! His words were: ought, silly, But, understanding
Leave to Dance
I ought to know better. When I had the silly whim to join in the line dance at my son’s senior prom, I knew there would be fallout. Chaperones were not supposed to dance, just stay near the doors in case of uninvited guests, or at the punch bowl to prevent any… amendments.
But that song is my favorite, and Max knows it. He saw my foot start tapping, and the aborted movement toward the line that was building.
He shook his head, then gave me leave to dance when I saw no scowl in his expression, but understanding.
Next in is Geoffle, with this umm…. delightful little Easter piece! His words were: Forensics, Which, As, White
‘How long before it reaches the surface?’
‘I’d say we have twenty minutes.’
‘Do we know what it is? Have forensics been contacted?’
‘They’ll not touch it until it’s surfaced. All we can do is wait and see. Whichever way it turns out, they’ll be someone disappointed.’
‘So should we just sit here? Or come back?’
‘Let’s sit. It’s not as if we have anything else to do, and personally I’m as keen as anyone to find out of the Easter Bunny lays white or milk chocolate eggs.’
Ritu joined in this week using these words: Anastasia, year, on gives
Anastasia sat there looking at the TV, listening to the inane ramblings of the latest politician to give his opinion on how he would run the country.
Every election year there was the door to door canvassing for votes, debates on the telly, the promises, yet no matter who got voted in, she was never any better off.
Seriously. Who gives a toss about her?
Helen in next with this gorgeous piece that left me wanting more. Her words were: Human, on, whispering, have
His mask glittered, curving papier mache making him appear more than human. She knew she looked the same, laughing as they wandered hand in hand, heels clicking on the cobbles, past whispering lamplit canals and down narrow passageways, crumbling plaster puffing into dust as they passed.
‘We have to go back.’ He checked his watch, anachronistic under the satin cuff.
She stopped, laughter leaving her. ‘Time won’t wait, will it?’
‘It never does. We have only so long before it catches up with us again.’
He twisted the dial and she felt time stretching elastic, the world turning to grey.
Sarah up next with two entries, and a wicked cool source for her words – the periodic table no less!
First from a children’s book of the Periodic Table of Elements. (5-7-5 haiku) Words:
And, Pewter, Form and classification.
Unknown. New life form. Composed
of gold and pewter
Second from Sophie’s World by Jostein Gaarder. Words: Guards, To, Sleep, Disappeared
Fears plagued me throughout the night, clawing their way into my subconscious.
I often woke screaming.
He bought me a dreamcatcher, feathers dangling from a woven web meant to trap the nightmares.
Sweet dreams, he claimed, would be filtered from the bad and drip down to me.
The dreamcatcher was broken.
Or I was.
I still screamed. Until May. That’s when they arrived. The Guards. They didn’t speak but I knew they would protect me. Allow me to sleep.
It was November by the time I could make it through a night. It was November when the Guards disappeared.
Kim in next with this wicked little rhyming poem. Her words were: had, some, saw, disappointed.
With the shadows
And the ghosts that didn’t come
With the nightmares
You know I wanted some
In boring dreams
Mirrors of unimaginative reality
No horror to wake me
If I had
You might be
Last but by no means least, Judy, and apologies as I missed her entry last week. So first her Black out entry:
As I sit there watching the big screen
All settled in for the night
Everything’s suddenly gone quiet
And someone has turned off the light.
The pitch black makes me feel nervous
I don’t like being here on my own
I can’t haven’t got any candles
And the where in the hell is my phone?
It feels like the set of a movie
Where the killer is hiding upstairs
Waiting until the right moment
To capture his prey, unawares
My heart is starting to race now
My throat is all parched and dry
I need to go to the toilet
And I’m just about ready to cry!
When, suddenly a massive explosion
Of light and sound dims my fears
I can relax and calm down now
As the opening credits appear.
Now to her second entry for this week, her words were: voice, the, years, representative
I have found that over the years
That voice that I had disappears
Sometimes it is sweet
and each note it will meet
And others, well, just cover your ears!
A representative came calling one day
And set out his wares for display
But the stuff he was selling
Was not that compelling
So I told him to go on his way!
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