Showing posts with label pigs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pigs. Show all posts

Sunday, February 14, 2016

WeWriWa Post 2/14/16

Happy Valentine's Day!

After a long hiatus, I'm back with another snippet from my short story, Pig in a Poke. The remainder of the story can be found in The Chocolate House-All for Love-Anthology.

Take some time to check out the rest of the WeWriWa snippets! You'll be glad you did.



Hysteria bubbled in Letty’s chest, and she sensed an invisible noose tighten around her throat. She shook the papers she held. “It cannot be correct.”
“Letty.” Her grandfather turned sightless eyes in her direction. “Hold tight to your temper, child. Mister Brice did the job requested of him and has paid us. Now it’s time to return home.”
Letty bit back the urge to scream. “He’s not providing payment. He's

cheating us.”

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Revisiting Dwarfed 1/19/14 #WeWriWa

The Weekend Writing Warrior and Snippet Sunday are blog hops that provide authors with a fantastic opportunity to support one another, promote their books, and just have a good time. Each week authors post 8 sentences from WIPS or published works. It's lots of fun.

Now that the January is more than half over, I have a difficult time promoting a Christmas themed book, but after nearly a year, I've picked up DWARFED and started editing it again, so I've decided to start sharing from it again, at least for a few weeks.

DWARFED is my pride and joy. Is's a YA story about a teenager with
achondroplasia dwarfisam who currently finds life a little tougher than she dreamt possible. I hope you enjoy it! When you're done here, take some time and read some of the great snippets that other participants have published. You'll be glad you did.

         Heat slams into me, drawing the moisture from my skin as I shoulder the door to the farrowing room open. It’s funny how warm 72 degrees feels after being outside where the air temperature is barely above freezing.  

            “Hey Grace!” Before the door has a chance to swing shut behind me, Al Verne, the farm manager, jumps out of the nursery crate. “You’re just in time to keep Luke company while he finishes up in here.
            “Morning.” I dig a plastic sandwich bag out of my skirt pocket, and walk to the crate where I can see the top of Luke’s battered ball cap. “Hey Luke, Aunt Maggie wanted me to bring you … What are you doing.”

Farrowing is a word used to describe a pig that's giving birth. A farrowing room is a quiet place where farmers place sows so they can have a few days of peace and quiet to get to know the newborn piglets.