Sunday Writing

On Sunday's a group of talented writers participate in a virtual sharing group that takes place in the form of a the Weekend Writing Warriors and Sunday Snippet blog hops. All over the internet snippets of published, unpublished, and WIPS get posted on various blogs. Snippets are 8 sentences long and cover a wide array of genres.

Last week I posted the 1st 8 sentences of a new project I'd just started writing. Although my writing time has been very limited this week, I'm having a great time with this project. I'm not sure where the story is going, but I do know it's set in the 13th century and it's going to be some kind of Gothic romance.

         Branches grabbed at her, catching in her hair and grabbing at the tattered cloak, scraping her flesh, trying to bind her. Every time she broke free of one twig, it seemed like another took its place.

Rachel panicked. Her arms failed and she jerked this way and that, fighting the forest, too frightened to notice the deep gouges multiplying on her face and hands, or the chunks of hair that remained tangled on the trees after she managed to pass.

Rachel didn’t know how long she fought her way through the trees, but when she came to the edge of them and stepped into rolling pasture, relief rushed through her, so strong her knees nearly buckled.

She didn’t think, she ran.

She managed two steps when an arm reached out, wrapped around her waist, and jerked her against an unyielding body.

Sunday Writing Post-Changing Gears

Hey folks, it's time for Weekend Writing Warrior and Sunday Snippets, two amazing groups that provide writers with an opportunity to share some writing samples.

I've decided to change gears and take some time away from DWARFED for a little while and focus on a new project I'm working on. It's a Gothic, historical romance set in Northumbridge during the 1200's. I don't think there will be any pigs :( but I know there's going to be lots of cattle, maybe even a few cute calves.

 I'm not completely sure what directions this story will take, I'm working on the 1st draft right now and just have a basic outline for the first few chapters. So far, I'm excited about the project, mostly because it's so different from everything else I've written.

           Thick black clouds, gathered, layering one on top of another until light from the moon and the stars couldn’t break free and the night sky became cavernous nothingness about to swallow the world. Occasionally one split open, spitting icy drops of water that felt like tiny daggers striking the skin.

            The wind was a living thing, screaming, it tore through the dense, forest, cackling it forced the trees to bend and swirl in a macabre dance that tangled the limbs and threatened to snap trunks. It screeched as it found Rachel, laughing with delight as it tangled her long blonde hair and twined her cloak about her ankles.

Rachel ignored the wind, her only concern was putting as much distance between herself and the castle as she possibly could.

            Sharp sticks jabbed into the bottom of her bare feet as she changed from the wide driveway and onto the narrows path that cut into the thick forest. The driveway provided the most direct route to the main gate, but it also was the first place they would look for her when they realized she had escaped. The forest was safer.