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I got tagged on facebook to share 7 lines from page 7 of a current WiP.

These are from page 7 of Abraham Lincoln Stole My Homework: 

     The envelope had a damp crimson splodge over one end. I picked it out from beneath the plant pot, careful not to touch the stain. Sure enough, as it slid free, I saw the words on the front.
     Important message for Bartholomew Jones!
     The handwriting looked weird, as if whoever wrote the words had never used a pen before. I turned it over, then let out a tiny shriek. There, finger-painted on the back of the envelope, in what looked like half-congealed blood, was a single word.

How about you?

Care to share 7 lines from page 7 of your WiP?

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Jan. 14th, 2013 05:11 pm (UTC)
Awesome! Those are some gripping lines there! Totally want to read ALSMH even more now.

I needed something for my Monday's Muse post today so I think I'll share a link to your post and put up seven lines from my WIP. =)
Jan. 14th, 2013 06:13 pm (UTC)
Great idea, Joan. Let me know when it's up and I'll add a link to it from here :)
Jan. 14th, 2013 06:28 pm (UTC)
It's up. :)
Jan. 14th, 2013 06:32 pm (UTC)
Jan. 14th, 2013 05:33 pm (UTC)
“And defile our fists?” the other asked. Like we weren’t defiling ourselves with their rotten food. But hunger is never kosher, is it?

“The Master doesn’t like that sort of thing,” Philip said.

“You’re saying he’s a [FITB]?” I asked. “I thought he was the Messiah.”

“He is,” Philip answered, uncertainty in his voice.
Jan. 14th, 2013 06:12 pm (UTC)
What's an 'FITB'" Or shouldn't I ask? ;)
Jan. 14th, 2013 06:28 pm (UTC)
As you know, Bob, FITB means fill in the blank.
I'm sure most of your readers have seen the censored word before,
but not here.
Jan. 14th, 2013 06:33 pm (UTC)
Lol, I've not seen that before :)
Jan. 14th, 2013 06:49 pm (UTC)
I thought about using CENSORED but thought
it might be more fun to invite people to privately insert
their favourite profane term for presumed cowardice.
Jan. 15th, 2013 06:45 am (UTC)


"You're saying he's a Space Alien with a menu that is titled, `How to Serve Man'?" I asked."

I remember the movie and the actor's face, just not his full name... Rene something...
Jan. 15th, 2013 10:22 am (UTC)
I remember his name: Jaws ;)
Jan. 15th, 2013 07:53 pm (UTC)


Is that the shark or that big guy with all the metal teeth, on James Bond? :o)
Jan. 15th, 2013 08:02 pm (UTC)
Yep, he was in The Spy Who loved Me and Moonraker :)
Jan. 15th, 2013 11:10 am (UTC)
I've always wondered...
Why would an extraterrestrial take a cookbook to the United Nations?
Even if he has a toaster oven on his spacecraft,
wouldn't everyone notice the Secretary General was missing?
Jan. 15th, 2013 07:52 pm (UTC)
Re: I've always wondered...
You'd think so, wouldn't you! :o)

Back in the 60s, I guess we weren't so sophisticated in our tastes, in entertainment. And it wasn't a movie, it was an episode of The Twilight Zone. It was based upon a short story titled (what else?), To Serve Man (which I didn't know about, until now), by Damon Knight.

Even in the 50s, we were very gullible regarding the new concept of flying saucers and all the (Black and White) movies that then, resulted. What seems "hokey" now, was scary and thrilling. The old theaters were dark and the world of SciFi was new to us! :o)
Jan. 15th, 2013 08:03 pm (UTC)
Re: I've always wondered...
It was a brilliant twist ending. I still remember it :)
Jan. 15th, 2013 08:13 pm (UTC)
Re: I've always wondered...
I have that episode on DVD;
I couldn't remember if it was in the movie version,
or if there had maybe been a movie based on that episode.
I know The Simpsons did a parody of it.

Most of my SciFi viewing was on a 17" black-n-white TV
saturday nights after the news,
with my brothers and sisters and a big pan of popcorn
popped on the stove.

Depending on the hokiness of the movie,
my oldest brother would sometimes give it
what would now be called the MST3000 treatment.

But the really amazing thing is that some of those movies
really are good, after all this time.

"Gort, Klaatu baroda nikto. KLAATU BARODA NIKTO!"
Jan. 14th, 2013 07:52 pm (UTC)
Nice! I love it. That would be a great exerpt for the blurb!
Jan. 14th, 2013 09:19 pm (UTC)
Thanks, Terri :)

Care to share your 7 from page 7?
Jan. 14th, 2013 10:36 pm (UTC)
Ugh--on the computer upstairs in the loft. How about from a short story I'm re-editing?
From Jingle--an original fairy tale:

He escaped the castle and made his way back to his barnyard kingdom.

It was nearly morning by the time he did so, but Tom was not tired. His body, perhaps, but not his heart. His human heart. His man’s heart. For Tom was indeed a man now; eighteen as far as he could figure. And while that was old for any catkin, it was just the right age for a man.
Jan. 14th, 2013 11:36 pm (UTC)
Great title :)
Jan. 15th, 2013 03:55 am (UTC)
"The biggest issue is you're my clone. You belong to me." Orson waited a beat. "I belong to you." His voice cracked.
Ursula refused to turn around. Those familiar eyes haunted her. Those fantasies of masturbatory incest turned her stomach almost as much as being called a clone.
"I'm not you."
The long silence was broken by a knucklehead scraping its hide against the shack's wall.
Jan. 15th, 2013 10:23 am (UTC)
What's this excerpt from, Adrian?
Jan. 15th, 2013 02:36 pm (UTC)
It is, how the Americans say, untitled so far.
Jan. 15th, 2013 04:31 am (UTC)
From the upcoming Tomorrow News Network adventure "Who Invented Time Travel?"

“You tell me,” Alice replied. “I thought you said work in the lab was boring.”
“We’re studying quantum entangled iota particles," William said, "subjecting them to identical stimuli to observe their reactions. According to one hypothesis, tachyons might connect the iota particle pairs.”
“Okay, you were right,” Alice said. “That does sound boring.”
Jan. 15th, 2013 10:23 am (UTC)
Lol, good one, James :)
Jan. 15th, 2013 06:27 am (UTC)
To paraphrase Will Shakespeare, "what's in a line(length)". So, I'm taking advantage and posting 7 sentences as opposed to a literal, 7 lines. :o) I haven't worked on this in some time, but you inspire me, through my reading it again.

Trickster, his face showing the usual grin of a Practical Joker and--having made sure that everyone was watching--casually tossed the fur and raw-hide bundle to the oldest of his three wives.

"Mother-Of-Ghost-Children"--she who suffered the shame of having no child who lived more than a few days--nearly failed to catch it.

She cautiously began to open the moving bundle, and then broke the stillness with a sharp gasp! A baby - a girl just weeks old. An infant in distress; screaming for freedom, milk, air, and the gentleness of a mother's love.

Hurriedly the others turned away, grasping at their own children; hands clutching medicine bags and making signs; voices whispering chants against evil spirits. All because this baby was indeed crying as she kicked her little feet and legs; waved her tiny fists and arms; her perfect little face, red and wet with tears... yet she made no sound!

Jan. 15th, 2013 10:25 am (UTC)
Intriguing stuff :) What's it from, Warren?
Jan. 15th, 2013 08:12 pm (UTC)
It's my major attempt (first and last?) at a Novel. I started it 10 years ago, and work on it about once a year.

The premise is a (grandiose!) trilogy about Americans, living well prior to the European finding the North American Continent.

First book: People of the Marsh Grass. Those living in what is now Eastern Washington, with the flood plains of the Skookum Chuck (Columbia River); the lakes and falls and the struggle for existence in the high heat of a semi-desert life; the fear of the nearby, active volcanic mountains in the cascade line...

The next book (The Salmon People) would be those living along the Western side, (including the Columbia and/or the Coastal waters) with the bounty of the forests, salmon, deer, etc.

The third would have been the (now adults) meeting of the girl that couldn't speak and a boy who couldn't hear, and the resulting tribe/family that would become known as The Silent Ones...

I think that now, I'd be better off to try to put it all into one book (if I can overcome the typical doubts and struggles of a wannabe writer). I have about 40 pages of disjointed pieces of each of the premises...
Jan. 15th, 2013 06:39 am (UTC)


How about you?

I've lived a long time Jon. ya don't have to draw me a map. You tell me "run", I'm running! :o)

Jan. 15th, 2013 10:25 am (UTC)
Lol :)
Jan. 16th, 2013 05:42 am (UTC)
I like that. Did he run?

I was tagged on facebook as well:
(from p 7 of my drafted novel, The Alewife's Morningstar.)

Tina mopped up the coffee impatiently, and wished she could lay hands on her sister. “Does she think I can just put it under my jumper and hop on a plane?” Then her eyes narrowed as another thought came to her, “And no way in any of the afterlives, am I going to take out a teenager with my Morningstar just for spouting bad emo poetry.”

Ariadne grinned. “I love watching you fire up, you rise to the bait so beautifully. I forget when I haven’t seen you for a couple of decades.”

Tina looked down at her. “You do remember I said I still have the Morningstar, right?”
Jan. 16th, 2013 09:20 am (UTC)
'...And no way in any of the afterlives, am I going to take out a teenager with my Morningstar just for spouting bad emo poetry.”'

Lol, thanks for sharing, Sharyn :)
Jan. 16th, 2013 10:02 am (UTC)
you're welcome :)
Jan. 18th, 2013 07:10 am (UTC)

Sounds intriguing... I'd read it, just because the words are "inviting"!

Jan. 17th, 2013 03:16 am (UTC)
Ember knew she should be frightened but felt nothing but awe for the sight below her. Never had she heard even a hint that dragons were part of the heritage left behind by her people. She wanted to watch them sleep; drink in the sight of their muscular bodies and slumbering demeanor. But a pang in her shoulder quickly reminded her that her wings had been pushed far enough for one day.

She increased her height and turned her attention farther down the coast...
Jan. 17th, 2013 11:24 am (UTC)
Nice one, Kat. Thanks for sharing :)
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Jan. 17th, 2013 08:26 pm (UTC)
Lol :)
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