From Go, Little Novelist, Go (working title)
It had to be dangerous to be moving so fast over the broken and uneven ground, but I no longer cared. This was true freedom. No one telling me what to do, who to be. No memories to worry about, just the passage of the wild land around me and my muscles working as they were meant to. We startled deer into paniced stampedes, sent flocks of birds into frantic flight, and rabbits into sprints to safety. Each of those instances made me want to give chase, but Erik kept me moving forward, herding me away from the prey.
So, I forgot yesterday was Sunday. Here are your sentences.
He didn’t try to disuade me with his words, just let his body tell me how he felt. “Besides, we are in your parents’ living room and they are only in the kitchen.” His voice was teasingly low, thrumming softly against my ear. It was totally dirty war fare. He knew the things that set me off, even if I couldn’t remember him learning them. He gave a low chuckle at my growl, nuzzling at my neck.
From Go, Little Novelist, Go
I keep seeing Six Sentence Sunday on blogs I read… and I want in. So, I’m going to post six sentences from something I’m working on. Probably my Camp WIP for the next few weeks. Enjoy! (more…)