Six Sentence Sunday – 30 September 2012

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We are rejoining David and continuing directly from last week’s snippet from Giant Killer:

Retrieving his staff, he returned to the shade of the nearby olive tree, swallowed greedily from his water bladder, and took up his lyre from where it leaned against the tree; he plucked its strings, trying to recall the melody he’d been constructing when the lamb went off the edge. Humming to himself, he strummed and began to play.

Rich chords, sounding larger than the small harp from which they sprang, filled the dusty afternoon air. A melody, light and lyrical, intertwined amongst them, cavorting with first one chord and then another. Running up-scale and down-, the notes floated around him, hanging in the hazy light. The youth’s fingers flew across the strings, dancing lightly over the instrument as they wove the enchanting music—even the sheep stopped to listen.

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Six Sentence Sunday – 23 September 2012

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Beginning this week, I’m moving on to another work in progress, this tentatively titled Giant Killer. I’m hoping to have this off to a submission call for historical shorts in a month to six weeks. So without further ado …

The afternoon sun beat harshly on David’s back, drawing sweat from his pores and sending it rolling into his eyes. The lamb lay on a rocky ledge, just out of reach, and bleated in fear of its precarious position. Ignoring the yawning drop below him and adjusting his grip on the spiny juniper branch, the young shepherd stretched over the cliff’s edge. Farther . . . almost . . . just a . . . little . . . more—Yes!

Grabbing a hold of the little sheep’s coat, David dragged the lost animal up to safety and scooted the lamb toward the rest of the herd. He wiped his brow on his tunic, as he remonstrated the young beast, “Off you go—and there’ll be no more wandering down the hill!”

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Six Sentence Sunday – 16 September 2012

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Greetings, all!

I would like to start by thanking everyone who has followed along and supported this story line. I treasure those little gems of encouragement. Today will be the final six from Side Effects. To find out the rest you’ll just have to read the story (which should be out in a couple of weeks).

We continue directly from last week’s revelation:

Damien’s thumb paused in its caress—my heart ached, missing the contact. “You’re even cuter when you blush.”

“Why tell me now?”

“I wanted it to be right—but I got tired of waiting.” The little touch began again, and my heart started anew.

Taking a hold of Damien’s hand, I slid from the booth, and spoke past that same tightness, “Then let’s not waste any more time.”

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Six Sentence Sunday – 09 September 2012

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Greetings, all!

Side Effects continues today with this snippet following immediately from last week’s six. Max has found himself confronted with his fondest desire—embodied in his best friend, Damien:

I swallowed, trying to clear a tightness in my throat, “No, not at all.”

Damien’s thumb made soft, slow circles on the back of my hand, while he continued, “Good—because I was hoping we might get … ahem … better acquainted.”

His touch was burning a hole in my mind. “Damien, we already know each oth—” The implication jammed my brain—all I could think about was the gentle contact he was making on my skin—then my mental gears screamed into action. “Ahh … uh …  oh … you mean physically!”

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Six Sentence Sunday – 02 September 2012

My apologies to everyone for last week’s SNAFU. Things got away from me and the next thing I knew it was Sunday–and I hadn’t posted! Anyhoo …

This week’s six is again from Side Effects (which should be releasing later this month). In the last snippet Damien reacted poorly to Max’s seemingly less than excited response to Damien’s news. Now Max is on the hot seat:

I leaned across the table and grabbed his arm, ignoring the tingle along my nerves. “You’re not stupid–you just … surprised me–that’s all!” I smiled what I hoped was a charming smile.

Damien sat forward, his hand landing on mine and sending more tingles to race up my arm. “Then you’re not offended?”

I was anything but offended; the electric jangles were making my pulse race and my vision swim.

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