Six Sentence Sunday

  For Six Sentence Sunday, alls you have to do is post six sentences from your novel or WIP. This week my six sentences are from page 31 of 18 Things, the first book in My So-Called Afterlife YA trilogy, coming soon from Curiosity Quills Press. If you want to find out more, or check out some other great sets of six sentences, follow the linky link! Writers appreciate comments and constructive feedback!

Sliding my sunglasses to the top of my head, I look up at the sun and a cloud finally moves in front of it. For a moment, I block out the sounds of the lake around me and all I hear is the water and the wind. A warm and soft breeze blows across me like Conner whispering from the grave, “It’s okay. Go on, go on.” And it’s a release, a revelation, something I’ve heard so many times before but never listened to. Life does go on, and it should.

Sooo, whaddya think? If you are so inclined, I’d greatly appreciate it if you visit me over at J. Keller Ford’s YA Fantasy Author blogfest  . . . where she’s let people like me take over her blog this week and today is my turn! Come on, you know you want to:-)

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Six Sentence Sunday

For Six Sentence Sunday, alls you have to do is post six sentences from your novel or WIP. This week my six sentences are from page 4 of 18 Things, the first book in My So-Called Afterlife trilogy, coming soon from Curiosity Quills Press. If you want to find out more, or check out some other great sets of six sentences, follow the linky link! Writers appreciate comments and constructive feedback! Okay, here goes nothing:

They aren’t the condolence kind of letters, the ones shoved in my locker. These notes detail the steps of treating hypothermia so I won’t kill anybody else, asking how a genius girl can be so dumb. Notes telling me my ashes should be spread over Lake Michigan, not Conner’s, so why don’t I just kill myself? They are full of the things I suspected my fellow classmates felt all week long. I don’t hold hard feelings towards my anonymous writers; their thoughts echo my own. The boy they loved was gone and the one responsible still walks among them. 

~ Enjoy your Sunday!

Six Sentence Sunday

 Six Sentence Sunday is something I’ve noticed lots of my blogger buddies doing and today I’ve decided to join in the fun. I love me some good book quotes! Alls you have to do is post six sentences from your novel or WIP. My first attempt is from page 5 of 18 Things, the first book in My So-Called Afterlife trilogy, coming soon from Curiosity Quills Press.

There’s no medicine I can take to get over losing my best friend, my soul-mate. But there’s  a bottle of prescription pain meds the hospital gave me sitting on my night stand next to a glass of water, ice still floating on the top.Mom brought the water in this morning with a cup of applesauce, a piece of peanut butter toast, and a sliced banana in the hopes I’d eat before school.I’m still not hungry and I don’t think I ever will be again.I don’t want Mom to add anorexia to her list of worries, but how can I eat when I feel like puking all the time?The blood pounds faster than normal behind my ears, another panic attack on the horizon.

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I welcome you comments, including constructive feedback! Thanks:-) Enjoy your Sunday!