Archives for July 2011

Here is a short sample from the first third of my work-in-progress, tentatively titled “We Fulfill Prophecies” (it is, obviously, unedited, and I apologize for spelling, grammar, etc.):

Anvir fumed from the bottom of the gangplank, “It’s all a collosal waste of time you know.”

Amory helped Josh plug in the last few connectors, “Your position has been made known, Mr. Moore.”

“I’m just saying, isn’t it better to be rich, and happy in a quiet little country than being poor, unimportant, and outcast in the bigger universe?”

Photo by ZenRoxie

Sharon ran down the stairs, putting on her earrings. She shouted upstairs, “You have one minute, and then I’m leaving without you!”

She stood in front of the mirror, checking her hair, her lipstick, and her eye shadow. From above, she heard, “You can’t go to ballet without me!”

“You don’t know that. I may just go to hang out with the other mothers.”

Scotty wasn’t home. It didn’t worry her a lot, because his schedule was erratic recently, but she had hoped he would get home before they left for class.

“Mom!”