Weekend Writing Warriors #17

Hey all! Thanks for stopping by 🙂 This snippet is from my WIP, Nightfire, and a direct continuation of last week. You can check out other snippets from this book, or my other book, Ember, here. To meet some new authors, read some great writing, or join in the 8-sentence fun, stop by at Weekend Writing Warriors!

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This makes his smile widen. “And that’s why I like you.”

Mina snorts. “When you wake up with your guts spilling out of you, I’m going to say I told you so. Ferals only know how to deal with blood and bullets, and that’s all they’ll get from me. She’ll have a bullet in her brain and I’ll be long gone, guts intact.”

I like this one. At least, when she wants to kill me, I know how to handle her.

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It’s not quite the end of the scene, but thought that was a good place to stop while still giving a good impression of their personalities 🙂 I have one more post planned before my break. Thank you so much for reading, and look forward to your posts as always. Happy 8sunday!

 

Blog Post and Novel Excerpt © Victoria Davenport and the Coffee.Write.Repeat. blog

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Weekend Writing Warriors #16

Hey all! Thanks for stopping by 🙂 This snippet is from my WIP, Nightfire, and a direct continuation of last week. You can check out other snippets from this book, or my other book, Ember, here. To meet some new authors, read some great writing, or join in the 8-sentence fun, stop by at Weekend Writing Warriors!

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His smile lingers. “Your eyes–they don’t hide anything, unlike most people, I like it.”

I feel heat rise up from somewhere—whether anger or shame, I can’t tell. I was prepared for civilians to hate me, to try to kill me. All my life, anything outside of Mother and Hana has been dangerous, and deadly–I can handle something trying to kill me, but now I am faced with something that isn’t, and I am clueless.

I harden my gaze instead, boring into him. “Then you are stupid–It is never smart to trust. Anyone can kill you, even if you like them–I would kill you, and not even blink.”

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I’ll post one more snippet from this interaction to finish, then I am debating one more post before I take a break. Thank you so much for reading 🙂 Look forward to your posts, and happy 8sunday!

 

Blog Post and Novel Excerpt © Victoria Davenport and the Coffee.Write.Repeat. blog

 

 

Weekend Writing Warriors #15

Great to see some familiar and some new faces this week 🙂 This snippet is from my WIP, Nightfire. You can check out other snippets from this book, or my other book, Ember, here. To meet some new authors, read some great writing, or join in the 8-sentence fun, stop by at Weekend Writing Warriors!

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In this scene, Kera has begrudgingly teamed up with the hunters, Torren and Mina, to search for her sister, Hana. Mina is wounded with nightfire, from the Shadow attack. They have stopped to rest, and eat, and address some issues:

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[Mina] growls, “Great. We’re wandering around in the wilds, risking our lives, and the feral doesn’t even know where we’re going.”

Torren looks up to meet my gaze, chewing a bite of their ration bread, strikingly similar to my own loaves, “Do you know where we’re going?”

I look away, my eyes towards the trees: They swirl with a strange-colored smoke, visible only to my eyes, connecting their trunks like threads–a trail. The earth’s hum resonates in my bones, stronger here–stronger everyday, the farther north we go. “Sort of.”

Mina laughs mirthlessly, “How do you know she’s not just running us to death?”

I dart my eyes back towards her, “If I wanted you dead, you would be.”

This makes Torren smile, though I don’t know why–he really is a strange human, “If she says she knows where she’s going, then she knows where she’s going; we just have to trust her.”

My eyes snap to his face, “How can you trust me?”

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I wanted to share a little bit of their personalities, since the previous snippets have been a lot of action, and I really love the characters and voices in this one. Hope you like them as much as I do 🙂 Thanks so much for the continued input and support, the WeWriWa community has been great. I am debating one more snippet from Nightfire, before I take a break from WeWriWa for a little while. My experience has been great, but summer is about to end, I am moving into my first apartment, the semester starts soon, and I need a little break 🙂 Look forward to your posts, and happy 8sunday!

 

Blog Post and Novel Excerpt © Victoria Davenport and the Coffee.Write.Repeat. blog

Weekend Writing Warriors #14

Hey WeWriWa! This is the last snippet in a series, and a direct continuation from last week’s post (check it out here, or the rest of my posts here). To meet some new authors, read some great writing, or join in the 8-sentence fun, stop by at Weekend Writing Warriors!

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“I won’t hurt you,” he says, with a voice like amber and pine. It makes me want to believe him.

But sixteen years of instinct scream otherwise. My eyes flick to Mother’s body, discarded in the dirt. It would be better to be ripped by the Shadows then fall into the people’s hands.

The boy takes a step towards me. I look one last time at Mother.

I lunge for my dagger and sprint for the trees, as the night swallows the sun, and I leave my heart behind.

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There you have it! I know this one was short, but I wanted to finish the scene. I hope you enjoyed 🙂 This scene is the start of the action in the story, and so much more to come. Looking forward to all your posts, and happy 8 sunday!

 

Blog Post and Novel Excerpt © Victoria Davenport and the Coffee.Write.Repeat. blog

Weekend Writing Warriors #13

Hey there, Warriors! This is part of a series, and a direct continuation from last week’s post (check it out here, or the rest of my posts here). To meet some new authors, read some great writing, or join in the 8-sentence fun, stop by at Weekend Writing Warriors!

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It whirls and shifts, and reshapes itself into the figure of a man–Something about this tugs at my heart, at my familiarity, but I am not there to process it; I am miles away, curled up beside my mother.

Thud-thud, thud, that is all I know, all that is certain–but this, too, has changed; nothing is certain.

The Shadow-man moves closer, as if reaching out–then a light bullet finds its target, and shatters the Shadow into dust.

I blink, and somehow I am rooted back in my body, in reality.

I count three bodies: three hunters, and Mother’s–Two hunters remain alive, though the girl is marred by nightfire.

The hunter stands in the midst of corpses, watching me. He lowers his swords to the earth, laden in frost and blood. His eyes are a startling green, and I find myself captivated by him the same way a rabbit might be captivated by a bewolf, just before it is eaten.

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Only one more snippet from this scene! Hope you’ve enjoyed so far, I certainly enjoyed writing these 🙂 Thanks for stopping by, and happy 8sunday!

 

Blog Post and Novel Excerpt © Victoria Davenport and the Coffee.Write.Repeat. blog

Weekend Writing Warriors #12

Thanks for sharing another 8sunday with me! This is part of a series, and a direct continuation from last week’s post (check it out here, or the rest of my posts here). To meet some new authors, read some great writing, or join in the 8-sentence fun, stop by at Weekend Writing Warriors!

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The Shadow moves towards me, but I am not there–I am no one, a fragment, Thud-thud, thud.

Images flash before me, and the world falls away.

My hand grabs the torch from my pack, and lights it–my feet carry me closer to the Shadow, my teeth bared in a snarl. Instinct, only instinct drives me–I am gone, rattling empty like shards of glass in a hollowed out shell.

Still the Shadow stands there–unmoving.

But it isn’t entranced by the light, as they usually are; It isn’t terrified, running away–it’s standing there, staring at me.

I can hear voices and shouts, but they pass on the edges of my awareness–all that exists is me and the Shadow, cocooned in silence.

The Shadow tilts its head, as if studying me.

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This one was a bit easier to fit, so hopefully it reads better. Thanks so much for the continued feedback and support, from both WeWriWa vets and newbies 🙂 Looking forward to your posts this week, as always, and happy 8sunday!

 

Blog Post and Novel Excerpt © Victoria Davenport and the Coffee.Write.Repeat. blog

Weekend Writing Warriors #11

Welcome to another 8sunday! This is part of a series, and a direct continuation from last week’s post (check it out here, or the rest of my posts here). To meet some new authors, read some great writing, or join in the 8-sentence fun, stop by at Weekend Writing Warriors!

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The world is foggy–I blink, and it sharpens into clarity.

I see the humans; They are staring at me, horrified–The younger one, with the swords, looks as if he is going to run towards me. I wonder if he means to kill me; I reach for my knife, but find the sheath empty–I see my dagger scattered on the grass, out of reach.

Then, I realize Mother isn’t there–I can’t hear her anymore, either; Where did she go?

There is a terrible, ear-splitting crack behind me–Like bone being split in two with the force of lightning.

Then, silence–Tangible, all-consuming silence.

No, no, no.

I turn–The Shadow that took me holds Mother aloft, her body limp, smoke rising from her chest and melting into the Shadow itself. It swells in size as it absorbs, then lowers her body to the ground–

A husk.

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Again, some creative punctuation here to fit it within the 8, but I hope it still reads well, and that you enjoyed 🙂 Three more snippets from this scene, so I hope you stick around. Thanks for stopping by, and happy 8sunday!

 

Blog Post and Novel Excerpt © Victoria Davenport and the Coffee.Write.Repeat. blog