Yea! It’s Sunday and time for Six Sentence Sunday
Every week participants post six sentences from something they are writing – or have written. It’s a lot of fun and really a great way to meet new writers!
And I’ve met some terrific people. Thank you !
Be sure to check out the other great participants and thanks so much for stopping by.
The Misfits is a group of four couples, consisting of four who work as part of the mid-management team for the devil, Mr.D, as soul collectors, and their partners, who are human.
Set up This is from chapter 4 the last one I drafted before starting NaNo where I hope to write the meat of the piece. It’s the evening of the first day Gideon and Phoebe met at an accident scene. Later he asked her out for dinner In Nineteen Hundred he had not told Kathryn what he was and dire consequences resulted.
Listening to Phoebe describe her dreams, his heart screeched to a halt, and the restaurant’s background noises faded.
When his heart proceeded to pump it boomed in his ears like a parade’s marching band.
Her visions appeared to be scenes out of Kathryn’s life: the fireworks on the night they met, New Years Eve 1899, after they played Whist, he wore a mustache in the last century, the dining room of the boarding house, the scent of flowers sounded consistent with Kathryn’s childhood room which she had mentioned to him and of course the horse…
Gideon did not know what to say, or do.
He felt uncomfortable, unwell, confused and bewildered; his clammy hands clutched the linen serviette in an attempt to dry them.
A minute later chills crawled up his spine. He shivered.