This weekend I’m participating in a blog hop known as Weekend Writing Warriors. It’s fun. It’s something I do sporadically when I have the time. A bunch of writers share 8 sentences from a story they are writing or have written. If you would like to participate, here is the link: http://www.wewriwa.com/
This snippet comes from a short story of mine that is about a man searching for redemption in this life and beyond. The resulting non-linear narrative is about his memories, reality, and delusions as he is dying. Without going into more detail that’s about all I can say XD This is actually towards the end of the story.
He washed up on the shore sopping wet with a mouthful of gritty sand. The moon, pale as milk glass, hid among the clouds. He stood up, brushed the debris off of his clothing, and headed towards the lights of civilization. His parent’s house was only a few miles away.
He looked up at the sky. After Emma died the stars had lost their luster. He saw them now for what they really were, molten spheres of plasma floating in the cold expanse of the universe, millions of miles away from each other, utterly alone. It sent a chill down his spine.
Work has been kicking my butt physically and emotionally so my writing has been sporadic as of late, but things seem to be getting better again. This snippet comes from a short story I’ve been working on for a while. I’ve rewritten it like ten times XD It’s taken that long to get it right. It finally has the feel that I was looking for when I originally started writing this piece. I’m working on the final draft right now so I can submit it to a few literary magazines.