Sunday Six

Pick any six sentences From your writing, whether a work-in-progress or a published work, and post them to your blog on Sunday.

Anyone can join in. To participate and/or check out some other great sets of six, check out the site: http://www.sixsunday.com/

Twitter – #sixsunday

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It was all the same whether the customers were dead or alive. Val Grant was unable to tell the endless blur of customers apart by the time the next week rolled around. Either way they sauntered into the darkened bar with one thing on their minds – booze. Hundreds were ready to numb the pain and make the week blur together into a seamless mess. Val found her release by destroying the glass bottles once containing liquor in the large recycling dumpster in the alleyway.
 
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First Lines

This is what I truly have issues with. My first lines never feel good enough, but here goes….

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Urban legends passed through town faster than gossip in Leavy Heights – especially the rumors of a growing small town beneath a veil.

Untitled (2012)

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A stuffy nose and feeling under the weather was nothing compared to the illness sweeping over thousands.
Transmission

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My muscles were tense beyond anything.

Chasing Hearts

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Pushing the limits – it seemed to be what I was good at.

Hiding Out

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I don’t know what ‘normal’ is exactly.
The Beauty of Speed

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Living changes you.

Little Earthquakes

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The walls had to be white washed.

Razorblades and Bandaids

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It was dark.

Something Fast

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“Holy shit,” I muttered under my breath quietly and stared at a fax from Tiercen Investigations.

Bloodletting

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Six Sentence Sunday (An Hour Late)

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Pick any six sentences From your writing, whether a work-in-progress or a published work, and post them to your blog on Sunday.

Anyone can join in. To participate and/or check out some other great sets of six, check out the site: http://www.sixsunday.com/

Twitter – #sixsunday

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Dirt filled underneath her nails after nearly two hours of pulling weeds out of the various vegetable gardens. The last pair of gloves Jovie had were full of holes and pointless to wear. She liked the smell of the damp earth once the dry top layer was moved away. The sun was sinking into the trees in the distance, spilling into shades of dark pink, orange and purple. It was nice to have the heavy steel fence around the vegetable garden and the path to entrance at the kitchen door.

Jovie packed up the digging supplies and exited the garden.

 

© Vikingessa

(excerpt of Transmission – not scary? *gasp*  nah…getting to know my main female character via flash fiction).

 

“It’s like fighting a war. If you retreat and the enemy doesn’t follow you, you’ve got to turn around and attack. What good is winning the battle if you lose the war? Why be miserable with someone you don’t love? Better to be miserable with someone you do love.”
— Gina Lollobrigida (Come September – 1961)