Wordsmithing: WWW 8 SENTENCES The nasty truth that nobody wants to hear.

Sunday, 2 June 2013

WWW 8 SENTENCES The nasty truth that nobody wants to hear.

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As I'm only a weekend writer of Romance, Darrah is still having trouble with Sark Hale Tarla. In a time long past in our history, a Sarkisian ship is stranded on Earth. Assimilation is at an early stage but it has not proven to be an easy option for either people. Now, Hale has been assigned to Darrah and her arm of men. His role is to smooth over any diplomatic - or worse - problems that might arise in the Outlands, where the Sarkisians were allowed to settle, when they are sent to find the missing human heir to the Thorn Throne, Erishdren. Rogue Sarkisians are thought to have been behind the abduction.

When everything except his desire to dele squirmed inside him, Hale raised her hand and pressed his lips to the leather guard that covered her scarred wrist. Her scent. Colours. The vibrant warmth of her radiated across the space between them. He shifted, agitated. Her shimmering life force could not be contained by the thin barrier of her skin. And all that delicious power hummed to him. His to take if he chose.

DONALD MAASS WRITE TIP #66

What’s a nasty truth about people that nobody wants to hear? Dramatise that strongly once in your manuscript.

Everyone struggles to put their needs aside (and consider the needs of others) it is not the easy choice.

WHAT WOULD YOU SAY IS THE NASTY TRUTH THAT NOBODY WANTS TO HEAR?

What is your WWW Sunday 8 about?

10 comments:

Veronica Scott2 June 2013 at 19:22
Oh my, you really described the attraction her life force has for him SO vividly! Terrific snippet, can't wait to see what he decides.
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Anonymous2 June 2013 at 20:45
I love it! Great premise, terrific chemistry and tension, and wonderfully evocative "alien" feel! Can't wait to read more! Also, I really liked the writing tip there at the bottom...made me stop and think about my own WIP.
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Lauren2 June 2013 at 23:09
Excellent snippet! I love how vibrantly you paint the scene and make it so tangible!
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Elaine Cantrell3 June 2013 at 00:10
Great 8. Very emotional.
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Carrie-Anne3 June 2013 at 02:44
Very beautiful eight! The scene really comes alive.
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HistorySleuth4 June 2013 at 04:00
Humm.. Does he have feelings for her or just a taker? I'm not sure yet....which is good! Nice snippet.

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Linda5 June 2013 at 07:14
I wonder if he only desire her or if he is really in love.
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RETURN: YA Paranormal Romance

I was running late. But, it was nothing I couldn’t make up with a bit of effort. I shook my head. Confident and happy? I smiled. Increasing my stride, I pushed until the muscles in my legs burned. I kept up the pace even when the hill grew steeper.

Magpie Lane was hardly wider than a ribbon that edged the woods but that didn’t stop traffic using it to get to the motorway quicker. Large trucks and fast cars loved Magpie Lane. They sent vibrations running through me rising from the soles of my trainers. I felt the disturbance in the ground, even before the air pressure tried to knock me off balance. I hunched my shoulders as the cab hauling a container spat stones up at me.

Jogging on the spot, at the entrance to woodland, I ached to leave the road and go inside. My Mum was probably still asleep but I could hear her you-never-know-what might-be-in-there lecture buzzing on repeat inside my head. I should run safe. Not even I would argue that running through the woods on my own was the best definition of safe but I wanted to run-wild and the woodland offered me that. This early, I should be safe from axe murderers or perverts in the trees and besides, I was fast.

I jogged down the slope into the trees. From two paces in, I felt different. Freer. It felt so right. Running in the woods did great things for my style. Avoiding the roots and dodging branches forced my stride longer, I had to step higher. The woodland, The Weald, was only a sliver of ancient woodland that the developers forgot to build on but it felt like it could have been anywhere. Everywhere. At any time. The oaks and beech trees dominated the space and the skinny, silver-birches squeezed up beside them. I laughed. For a second, the woods reminded me of school and I needed to run a lot faster.

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Sunday, 2 June 2013

WWW 8 SENTENCES The nasty truth that nobody wants to hear.

10 comments: