Sunday, October 30, 2011

What Can YOU Write in 6 Sentences? 2nd Edition

Hi everyone,

This was so much fun last time around that I think I want to make it a regular thing here on Mystery Writers Unite! It is the challenge of seeing how much you can include in one paragraph using only 6 sentences. What can you convey? What can you make the reader feel? Take the challenge and see how other writers compare to you...

Once again to start us off, here are my 6 sentences from the novel I'm still working to try and complete:

If the truth be told, in her opinion Brock is a pathetic waste of skin and she wonders what she ever saw in him in the first place. How on earth could she have thought it was a good idea to procreate with him? How is she going to get rid of him? Cindy was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she hadn't heard Even enter the room and ask her something. He is standing in front of her with his lanky bone structure, a bit too tall for his age, with the same dark features of his father. Sometimes when she looks into his eyes could swear Jesse is looking back at her through him; during these moments she is both pleased with this subtle memory and at other times she is fearful of her own reaction to him.

Okay, it's your turn...let's have some fun today!


1 comment:

David Anderson said...

From the opening chapter of my latest novel, A Striking Death. And yes, it's a mystery!

This teacher was a patroller and the kid really ought to have known better, since he had been in the class for many months. But then Jeremy Saunders was no scholar, not even a mildly bright light. In fact, he was as dumb as a post. Still, he should have known by now that Mr. Stone was a patrolling teacher, one of those who strolled around the room looking for trouble. Arthur Stone carried a yardstick and walked up and down the aisles, twirling the stick when he could, tapping it on desktops, pointing out things on the bulletin boards. He hovered over students, looking over their shoulders, turning suddenly and changing direction, so that his eighth graders never knew what he was going to do next.