Six Sentence Sunday: Shelved WIP #3

Today’s SSS post is third, and last, six sentences of Mia and Briar’s argument in the garden.


That moment, when her hand made contact his face, was burned into their son’s mind. It rewrote his definition of the world in which he now lived, the throne that ruled it, and of the school that produced the voices of the Red House and the queens of the Gold. It caught not the people who gave him birth and raised him, but the gears behind the clock face, the machine that ruled in the king’s name.

They weren’t his parents; this wasn’t his family.

The boy remained huddled in the shadow of the red lace tree only long enough for the woman to run out of the garden with her husband on her heels. He had no plans as he darted out from his shelter into the now-steady afternoon shower, only a romantic idea planted in his mind a day earlier by a daydreaming manservant: to live like the gypsy, to pick a road and run, whether back or breast to the wind, and never look back.


Please check out the other authors at Six Sentence Sunday. Some of my favorites are Jayel Kaye, Sarah Ballance, Krystal Wade, Monica Enderle Pierce, Siobhan Muir, Sarah W., and Pippa Jay.

Writers! Participation in SSS is straightforward. Submit a link to the host site between 6:00 pm Tuesday and 11:59 pm on Saturday. Post a six sentence excerpt on your blog by 9 am Eastern (US) on Sunday.

Six Sentence Sunday – Shelved WIP #2

First, I’d like to thank everyone whose read and commented on my previous Six posts. I’m having a lot of fun and I hope you all are as well.

Today’s six sentences are from the same conversation as last week. In this scene, Briar has just confessed to his wife the reason their son has run off.


“You son of a bitch!” she shrieked as anger erupted through twenty years of training and control.

Briar recoiled from his wife’s slap and reached out to her, pleading, “Mia, please, I….”

Rushing his grab, the former queen-elect stepped forward and shoved her her flat palm into his chest with enough force to knock him off his feet.

“Mark me, Mr. Greeves.” The sun glowed about her disheveled blond head like a halo. Wincing as she rubbed her hand, she spat, “The day you no longer have a son…you no longer have a wife.”


Please check out the other authors at Six Sentence Sunday. Some of my favorites are Jayel Kaye, Sarah Ballance, Krystal Wade, Monica Enderle Pierce, Siobhan Muir, Sarah W., and Pippa Jay.

Writers! Participation in SSS is straightforward. Submit a link to the host site between 6:00 pm Tuesday and 11:59 pm on Saturday. Post a six sentence excerpt on your blog by 9 am Eastern (US) on Sunday.

Six Sentence Sunday – Shelved WIP #1

The response to Gossamer has been overwhelming. I’m not quite ready to post any more from it, though, so for the next few weeks I’m going to be sharing a scene from my shelved WIP. In this scene, Lorre (age 12) is watching from under landscaping as his parents argue about him running off.


Fueled by anger, Mia Orner Deltay seemed to grow taller, her presence looming larger as she stepped one foot closer to her husband. Lorre felt as much as heard her voice when she asked his father one last time what he had done; her voice drew upon his skin like claws.

He watched as his father—the king’s right hand and Voice—wilted in the heat of her fury. His mother was once elect to the queen’s throne. The boy had known that all his life, but for the first time, he saw the creature the Regents seeded in the body of a Gold House maiden more than twenty years ago. She terrified him.


Six Sentence Sunday is a blog hop that posts on Sundays, which is a great thing for bloggers who like to post regularly but don’t always have something new to say. I’m participating in two. On Saturday, I’m snarky. On Sunday, I try to tell a story in six sentences. My blog is current, and I don’t even have to be near a computer!

Participation is straightforward. Submit a link to the host site between 6:00 pm Tuesday and 11:59 pm on Saturday. Post a six sentence excerpt on your blog on Sunday, (I schedule! It posts while I’m sleeping.) Six Sentence Sunday posts the blog hop at 9 am on Sunday. It just seems silly not to.

(All times mentioned in this post are US Eastern.)

Six Sentence Sunday

Krystal Wade introduced me to a cool Sunday blog hop, which makes her instantly one of my favorite people on the web. Visit her blog and leave a comment (or at least a reaction. Geez people. :humph: Oh, speaking of reactions, I’ve changed mine to “Like” and “Dislike.”)

This excerpt is from “Inward,” a contemporary novel about a young Mormon woman struggling with her faith. In this scene, Marie is discussing her recent suicide attempt and current mental state with her bishop.


Marie felt an overwhelming annoyance for the game as he insinuated that she was choosing to remain depressed and that she could toss it away as easily as she had been changing expressions during their talk. She pulled away the mask entirely and tossed it, but didn’t replace it. She let her anger at his assumption show, revealing the dark shadow within her that he had referred to so casually. 

The bishop was taken aback. Quiet horror spread across his face. He had thought that her act was real, her depression fake, and he realized just then he might have had it backwards.


Six Sentence Sunday is a blog hop that posts on Sundays, which is a great thing for bloggers who like to post regularly but don’t always have something new to say. I’m participating in two. On Saturday, I’m snarky. On Sunday, I try to tell a story in six sentences. My blog is current, and I don’t even have to be near a computer!

Participation is straightforward. Submit a link to the host site between 6:00 pm Tuesday and 11:59 pm on Saturday. Post a six sentence excerpt on your blog on Sunday, (I schedule! It posts while I’m sleeping.) Six Sentence Sunday posts the blog hop at 9 am on Sunday. It just seems silly not to.

(All times mentioned in this post are US Eastern.)