anabelgonzalez tagged me in a meme thingy. I thought--what the hell? I'm going to break the chain just a little and say if you're reading this and want to play along, feel free! No tagging involved. Feel free to post your seven lines here! I'd love to read them.So, here it is:
The 7-7-7 Challenge:
Flip to page 77 or page 7 of your current WIP.
Find line 7.
Post the 7 sentences that follow.
Here are mine, from The Shadows One Walks:
Startling upright, she saw nothing but the row of neat stucco buildings shuttered against daylight. Urns of flowers marked each one, like pretty girls waiting. Slipper Lane. Fraeda blushed. And then she saw him out of the corner of her eye, that glow marking him as new, yet his form more distinct than it had been the day before, when he joined her rank of ghosts.
“How is it you are here?” she asked. “It should have taken you days to get past the boundary of your death.”
“I didn’t like it there,” he told her.
He has more to say, but I suppose you'll have to wait for 2014 to find out. :-P
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hope I'm not being tactless...
distinct that it
I posted seven lines from Novelthing over in my journal, but it is locked and filtered because I am very shy about my WiPs. (You can see it, though.)
I was looking for something of mine that's longer, and didn't find any of them--I have this way of tucking things away so I don't inadvertently run into them, but in my search I found two stories that I think are pretty darn good and that I should send out.
Wow, huh? I have a depressing number of stories, it's a little like an over-filled sock drawer i'd forgotten about.
I went to my seventh line on my 77th page and read it and thought maybe I won't show that just yet -
Here's mine from a steampunk novella called Serpent Queen. It's the first in a series, ehhem, and not edited. :)
He was avoiding me, as if I was truly mad at him, and I didn’t have the energy to find him and tell him it was okay.
“Captain, may I respectfully request that you go take care of yourself?”
I glanced at Kena. She’d been leaning against the gunwale, watching the night sky, since I’d taken over the wheel.
“What?”
“You’re bleeding. Again. And don’t think I don’t know you’re full of holes. And you never lean against the wheel like you’re going to fall down if you let go.”
(Yes *sigh* still more work to do...)
Page 7
Line 7 > next seven lines:
you could live in the village for fifty years and still be considered an
outsider.
The villagers polished their prejudices along with their windows. They
attended to business, cut their grass and bent to the seasons; kept Sunday
respectable and the flowers on their chapel hats tidy. And if and when
magic danced past the door, they knew the wisest move was to drop the
latch.
Page 77
Line 7 > next seven lines:
'I saw him come out and go in for a paper.’
'Do you think she knows?'
'No idea, bach.’ Miss Bevan’s lips pursed in spite of
their best endeavour. 'Interests elsewhere anyway - that's what I
heard; romantically speaking, if you take my meaning.’
‘Duw, yes. You’d think she’d be married by now.’
Miss Bevan shook her head, confusing her beret into a sideways tilt.
*bach is a prolific Welsh endearment, meaning 'dear.'
Duw means 'God.'
What fun!
Edited at 2012-04-17 09:04 am (UTC)
Thank you for playing along, love!