Six Sentence Sunday: A Near Thing

I decided to use one of my favorite snippets from my YA manuscript DWARFED for this week's Six Sentence Sunday.

Links to all the fantastic people participating in this weeks Six Sentence Sunday can be found here.

Fingertips brush my cheek, prompting me to open my eyes, and stare into his and my response dries up in my throat as my heart slams painfully against my ribs in an unfamiliar but glorious rhythm. Unbidden, my gaze slides down his face, pausing at his mouth, and I wonder if his lips can really be as soft as they look.

Straw pokes at the back of my neck and tugs at my hair as my eyes close and I shift closer to Luke, lifting my face to his.

            Something wet latches onto my chin, sucking with so much force, it feels like half of my face will slip from my skull.

            Luke’s laughter fills the small room as he picks up the tiny pig, cradling her against his chest with one hand, and reaching for me with the other. “I guess she was worried about you.”

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Flowers for Leontien

One day you’re going through life, enjoying the simple things like starting a new farm, playing with a gorgeous horse, and hanging out with a handsome man with whom you’re planning a future.

 The next you get news that changes everything. and find yourself fighting an

unforeseen battle.

 

 That’s exactly what happened to my good friend Leontien.

 
I still have a difficult time coming to terms with the idea that this wonderful person with whom I shared so many good times, and who was always so full of life, strength and happiness, can possibly be fighting for her life. It's something I always assumed happened to people I didn't know.

Seeing someone you love, especially someone as young, vibrant, and loved as Leontien fighting for survival is a humbling and heartbreaking experience.

Since being diagnosed with cancer she’s been taking things one day at a time and surviving. She’s had good days and bad days, and takes each one as it comes.

One very clever blogger, decided to organize a massive blog event called Flowers for Leontien. You can learn more about the event, and learn how you can participate, by visiting this blog post.

All of my hope and love and hugs goes to Leontien.

Friday Fictioneers-The Fence

Thanks for taking the time to read my offering. Any and all comment and criticisms will be welcomed and given serious consideration. 

Toad’s stomach cramped as he moved along the fence line, ignoring the way the hair at the back of his neck stood at attention. He wished Jeffery had left him in the tower. At least when he was locked in that tiny room he’d known what was on the other side.        
 The scars criss-crossing his back protested as Toad stretched, slipping his fingers into a crevice between two bricks and grasping a vine with his other hand. His muscles strained as he slowly made his way up the wall. He’d made a promise which he intended to keep.

This was the original prompt Madison Woods provided for the #FridayFictioneers challenge.

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It's a great shot, but it didn't work for me. I've been in a historical mood, and my characters were long gone before the first strand of barbed wire was used .

Madison's prompt triggered thoughts about a dangerous fence, which I combined with a quote to get a this weeks 100 words.

“There comes a time in a man's life when to get where he has to go--if there are no doors or windows--he walks through a wall.”

— Bernard Malamud

 

  You can find the links to other Friday Fictioneers here.

Unexpected Surprise

When I snapped this shot, I had a much different vision in mind. I'm glad things didn't work out the way I planned.

There's Something about Farm Boys :) Six Sentence Sunday

 My selection for this weeks six sentence Sunday.

My eyes drift upwards, gliding across what seems like endless acres of hard muscle and tanned skin and the most impressive set of arms I’ve ever seen before finally meeting hazel eyes.

            Several seconds pass before I remember how to breathe. “You shouldn’t sneak up on people.” Ungluing my tongue from my soft palate and forming the words is a Herculean task.

            “I didn’t sneak up on you.”  Luke shifts, adjusting the heavy bag of grain slung over his shoulder to a more comfortable position, and the corner of his mouth lifts in a cocky smile. 

Mmm, farm boys :)

Friday Fictioneer:The Endless Cycle

 I learned about Friday Fictioneers a few days ago and thought it sounded like fun so I thought I'd give it a whirl. Here's how the Friday Fictioneers works.

1. Use the photo prompt to write a 100-word story
2. Post the story on Friday 
3. Read other story's inspired by the photo. The links to which can be found here: http://madisonwoods.wordpress.com/flash-fiction/dynamite/drip-100-words/ in the comments section.
4. Comment on the photo 

 Photo from Madison Wood's blog

A single drop of dew balances on the tip of a blade of grass, trapping the sunlight and shining brighter than a diamond. Mesmerized, Isabelle leans close, barely daring to breathe as she lets the image consume her. She soaks it in. During the past few days she'd learned that these moments of flawless beauty need to savored, held close because they don’t last. Right now, the drop is exquisite, but she knows that soon, too soon, its tenuous hold will break and it will crash into the surf below, and individuality lost forever in the world’s endless cycle. 

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