Snippets

An answering snippet

ITSNOTOURFAULT_FBThumbOkay kids, it’s snippet time again!

This is another 8 from my YA story “It’s Not Our Fault” and it should answer the nagging question—if Jordan stalks a girl, how can it be a queer romance?

If anyone’s interested in the whole “stalking” thing the rest of the snippets are here.

As usual, please ignore the creative punctuation. The antho was well-edited and as far as I know does not contain such run-on sentences. 🙂

I’ve clipped the end of the scene with Mr. Thrift Store-Preppy, and this starts a new section.

 

 

SO, YOU can imagine how I felt the first day of my photography class when I walked in and saw her brother sitting in the exact center of the room, fooling around with the settings on an amazing camera. The guy had the same angelic profile, all the way down to the pretty pink lips. Maybe a twin? But even twins wouldn’t look that much alike. He tilted his head to get a closer look at… something… and slipped his pinkie into his mouth just like— That wasn’t her brother.

I chose the seat closest to the door, in case any part of her—him?—was still angry with any part of me, and tried to forget she was there by looking through some of my photos. I came across one from that day, and it seemed like a good time to study it; I’d been walking on NW Ninth, a few blocks from Powell’s, the focal point of the shot was a particularly striking architectural feature that I couldn’t remember the name of with the scent of vanilla filling the room.

 

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Aaaaand, scene!

 medium_7566249234It’s the weekend! For those in the US, I hope you’re getting a long one too—I’ve been looking forward to this. 🙂

This week’s snippet gets us almost to the end of poor Jordan’s “awkward, painful experience in Powell’s City of Books.” Please ignore the creative punctuation—my editor wouldn’t let this through on her worst day!

It’s probably obvious, but the first line is Nay’s.

 

“Asshole, don’t stalk. It’s not sexy, even if you are cute,” she hissed, her cinnamon breath caressing my lips. When her knee moved back up the inside of my thigh, I didn’t think anything of it until it connected, a little too hard, right where I was feeling so good; my on/off switch.

 

WHEN THE world wasn’t made of pain anymore and I could open my eyes, I found myself slumped on the floor with my back against the stacks. A guy dressed in a strange combination of thrift-store, preppy, and a Powell’s name badge stood over me. “You okay?” He was grinning.

After three tries I could say “Yes.”

“Then you’ll have to leave—you can’t stalk people here, it’s against store policy.”

Thanks for reading!

The anthology will be released on September 4th, so next week’s snippet will clear up the question that may (or may not) be nagging at you. Nope, not posting the question until then.

In the meantime, hop around and sample more delectable morsels of fiction. You can find them at Snippet Sunday and Weekend Writing Warriors.

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An explosive snippet…

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Hola awesome ones!

Here’s another 8 from my upcoming short story “It’s Not Our Fault”, which will be released on September 4th in Harmony Ink’s First Time for Everything anthology! I’ve seen the finished ebook files and I’m so excited for you to see it too! My story is between Jo Ramsey and Andrea Speed’s, which is almost enough to get me to insert my favorite word into the word fantastic. But I won’t do that here, at least not today. 🙂

This snippet picks up where the last one left off. (You can find that one here.) Please forgive my creative punctuation, but I thought this was a good place to leave things.

 

Before I could say or think anything else, she grabbed my shoulders and shoved me back against the stacks. She pressed her thigh between mine; everything about her seemed larger this close.

“You want to know me naked, you mean,” her knee caressed my inner thigh, higher and higher, and stopped just short of hurting my balls.

“Um, if you want… or not, I mean, sure….” I was shaking and sweating by then, so turned on everything else disappeared. She pressed her body against mine, full length and hard; one of her hands slid between us and squeezed me through my jeans and that ’gasm I’d avoided earlier had its way with me. Somehow I didn’t end up on the floor, and that’s a real mystery. When I opened my eyes, barely an exhale separated the tips of our noses. She was even hotter when she glowered.

Thanks for reading!

Don’t forget to hop around and check out the snippetry elsewhere! Visit both the Snippet Sunday crowd on FB and Weekend Writing Warriors, you’ll be glad you did.

But before you go, I have a question for you. What do you guys think, would you be interested in a giveaway for the anthology? If so, would you rather have a paperback or an ebook? I’m trying to figure out how many paperbacks to order… one to my local library, one to GRNW, and one to SMYRC along with my charity knitting… one to give away here too?

If waiting and suspense aren’t your thing click here to pre-order your copy on the ‘Zon right now!

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Caught!

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This snippet skips ahead a bit. Poor Jordan has followed the object of his affections to Powell’s City of Books, and straight into the sci-fi section. (heh) After working up the nerve to open his mouth and say hello, this happens.

 

At first I didn’t think she heard me, but slowly she turned her whole body to face me. “Why did you stalk me from the deli?”

It felt very hot in the sci-fi section all of a sudden. “Because I want to know you.”

She raised her eyebrows and grinned.

“You seem like an intriguing person.”

She kept grinning at me, her perfect yellow eyebrows raised. I felt like a bird in a cage, the door open and a cat’s grinning face in front of me.

 

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Jordan Pond graduated from high school a year early. He didn’t know he’d have three weeks to fill before his first day of classes at the community college. He also didn’t know that during those seemingly endless weeks he’d have an awkward painful experience at Powell’s City of Books that might turn out to be the best thing that ever happened to him, even if it causes him to question everything he thought he knew about himself.

 

Thanks for reading!

Come back on Tuesday, when I’ll be hosting a cover reveal for Lou Hoffman’s upcoming book Key of Behliseth! The story sounds cool, and the cover is purty.

 

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It’s not stalking if you’re a nice guy…

Hello snippetteers!

Here’s another one from It’s Not Our Fault. It’s the solitary paragraph between the two I’ve already given you (after this one, and before last week’s, to be precise).

 

Jordan’s in the cafe, watching Nay eat her cinnamon roll.

 

And I did want to know her. I also thought I could fall for her, so I wasn’t sure if I should talk to her. Too scary, the thought of chasing such a cool and confident girl. Failure, royally crashing and burning, was my norm where girls were concerned. I did want to know what kind of underwear she wore, what color sheets she slept on, and if it’s true that you know a real blonde when you see one intimately. The chances of any of that happening were nonexistent. Twice while she was eating she looked up, coincidentally right at me, but I kept my head down like I was absorbed in the sports section and everything was cool. I hung around while she ate her cinnamon roll, and when she left I followed her.

 

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Following up on the feels…

Happy Caturday!

I went through the galley proof for “It’s Not Our Fault” today! I already had a huge soft spot for those two kids, but the editors at Harmony Ink helped me polish the story and now it really shines. I can’t wait for September, so I can share it with everyone!

Since I got sideswiped by the Jordan/Nay feels today, this snippet is from their story. I’ve skipped a few sentences past their last snippet, hopefully it’s as easy to follow as… a hot chick out of a café.

 

I hung around while she ate her cinnamon roll, and when she left I followed her.

Out on the street, it was easy to stay close without getting caught. I didn’t want her to think I was a stalker or anything. I kept my distance, watching the back of her head, hypnotized by the heavy swing of her hair, so I didn’t notice where she was going until she went into the green entrance of Powell’s City of Books. I thought I’d have a joygasm when she stopped to browse in the sci-fi section, but I managed to maintain my composure and settled in to browse there too. How was I going to get up the nerve to talk to her, a goddess, a goth, sci-fi, masturbating goddess?

I’m not worthy.

I’d started to talk myself into leaving when a girl came up and gave her a hug; she called my goddess Nay.

 

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My hiatus is officially over…. i think…

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Okay, that took longer than I thought it would!

 

I passed all my exams, earned a shiny new degree, and also got a job! I’ve been super busy the past few weeks, but things are starting to calm down (unless I just jinxed that by saying it :)).

 

 

So now that I’m back, here’s a snippet from my as-yet uncontracted speculative LGBTQ YA novel. Almost all of the rejections have been positive, so I’m still hopeful Psyche & Co. will find a home. Find more snippets from this book here.

This snippet skips some sentences of substance after the last one I posted. (Heh, alliteration.) I’m keeping anything that could be spoilery off the blog for now so it couldn’t be helped. (I think. If something’s already slipped there’s not much I can do about it, ‘cuz the tubes never forget. :))

The first dialogue is Cam’s, he and Psyche are still on the phone. I know this all sounds cryptic. I’d apologize, but it wouldn’t be sincere. 😉

 

“You could’ve said no anytime.”

“I know.” She thought about what they’d done, the kissing and groping, and what everyone thought they’d done which was much more. She wanted to apologize but knew how that would sound, so she didn’t. Which left her with nothing to say.

“See you tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” She wanted to see him right now but since he “knew about her” it would only be frustrating.

 

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A new friend…

Chapter one

Happy Caturday!

By the time you read this, I’ll probably be sitting for my last final exam (or at least on my way to that long-awaited, mythical place). In that spirit, I’m sharing from a new story today—it’s so new it doesn’t even have a working title yet.

This is 8 from a bit of flash I wrote to get to know my main character, Sam Baker, a little better. The first line is her older brother Josh, who’s not always a jerk but is pretty much a normal brother—he truly enjoys tormenting her.

 

“What are you doing, Samantha?”

“Making a list. Why, you writing a book?”

“What kind of list?”

“None of your business.” Ten more days until Josh would leave for college—two thousand miles might be far enough to keep him from poking his long pointy nose into everything I do.

“Things you wish you hadn’t done? You could start it with kissing a girl, and end it with kissing a boy.”

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Thanks for reading!

On Sunday I begin my life as a non-student (that’s a word!) and I plan to bat clean-up on Psyche’s story before I go any further with Sam’s. Depending on how that goes, next week I may share a little more from Psyche’s future world.

Don’t forget to hop around and check out the rest of the snippets. The Snippet Sunday group is amazing, and you’re bound to find something cool on the list at Weekend Writing Warriors!

Have a great weekend!

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A magnetic bit of snippetry…

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It’s snippet time again! Check out two amazing groups of writers, at Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sunday! But since you’re already here you might as well read mine first.  🙂

Here’s another 8 sentences from my short story “It’s Not Our Fault.” It picks up immediately where last week’s leaves off (you can read that snippet here).

She chose the cinnamon roll and even though she wasn’t a tiny little person (from my vantage point behind a line of people waiting for their lunch orders she looked taller than me) it was so big it didn’t fit in her palm—the icing glistened under the store’s florescent lights, like her lips. I wasn’t hungry anymore, but as I watched her pay for her food and sit at the table in the exact center of the dining area, I realized I was going to stay. I got an organic soda and sat at the counter. With a newspaper open in front of me I felt free to savor every detail of her; her hair, the yellow of the yellow crayon, fell like a fountain around her head, perfectly chin-length except for the window framing her angelic face. She wore just enough black eye makeup without going overboard, and her silver bangle bracelets and rings caught the light as she brought bites of cinnamon roll to her pink lips. It wasn’t easy to keep from staring at her. She ate her roll with a knife and fork and as far as I could tell didn’t leave one crumb, even on the napkin she used as a plate. She wasn’t what you’d call classically beautiful, but she had a magnetic attitude that shouted, yes, you want to know me; yes, you’d be lucky to know me.

 

Thanks for reading!

In case you missed my scream when I opened the email, Harmony Ink Press contracted this story. It’s scheduled for release on September 4, in the First Time for Everything anthology!

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It’s not our fault…

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Happy Caturday all!

I’ve missed snippeting with you, so I decided even with 21 days left in my final term, I wouldn’t let myself get too busy to partake. This week I’m sharing from a different story:  It’s Not Our Fault. This strange little story is out on submission, and if it’s really lucky it may find a home in Harmony Ink’s First Time for Everything anthology. It’s a Contemporary, but still has a surprise or two!

“It’s Not Our Fault” is narrated by Jordan Pond. He graduated from high school a year early and found the three weeks between his best friend returning to school and the day classes start at the community college to be a tad boring.

I almost left before she even came in, but for some reason I lingered over the crumbs of my cake and the dregs of my cappuccino. I hadn’t believed in fate any more than pairing up before then, but something kept me in that chair.

I saw her as I got up to leave, holding a bottle of berry-flavored tea in one many-ringed hand and chewing on her pinkie fingernail. She stood at the bakery counter, trying to decide between a cinnamon roll and a muffin. Eventually, she used the time-tested “eeny-meeny-miney-mo” method. At first I thought she might’ve been a boy, which still would’ve been cool but in a different way. Anyone wearing a black hoody sweatshirt with that sign safety-pinned to the back over black jeans and heavy black boots had to be cool, but a girl…I had to know her. The sign was a square of black fabric with lettering in white Olde English script, each word capitalized with a flourish, like you’d expect the first letter of every chapter in a first-edition Dickens novel to look. The solitary sentence read: It’s Not Our Fault Your Children Masturbate.

 

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Famous last words…

Happy Caturday!

Last week RL caught up with me and I got behind on everything. Pretty sure I’m caught up now, so here’s another snippet.

Psyche made it home and safely into her bedroom (to get caught up just scroll :)). Before she can crack a book, her phone rings. Thinking it’s Heather to rip her a new one for ditching her after drama and running home by herself, she doesn’t check her caller I.D. She’s surprised to hear Cam’s voice, especially since he’s whispering. She’s just asked where he is.

 

“In the backyard of the empty house at the end of your block.”

“Were you following me, Cam?”

She tried not to but couldn’t help picturing him in the gazebo, sitting on the bench that bowed up at both ends—the place they’d sat a few times to be alone.

“You shouldn’t walk home by yourself after what happened, maybe you should start taking the bus. I saw that van—you don’t have to admit it, but you saw it come back by you.”

“I’m fine.” She flopped onto her back on her bed and counted the fake stars that made up the constellation Punarvasu across her ceiling. “Promise you won’t tell anyone.”

 

Thanks for reading!

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P.S. As far as I know, the picture isn’t of Punarvasu, but it’s pretty and Psyche’s favorite color is pink so I used it anyway.


The long way home…

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Happy Caturday!

Thanks for joining me and all the other Weekend Writing Warriors and Sunday Snippeteers as we share 8 sentences of fiction.

Here’s another eight from my spec fic The Unforgiven Two, set a century in the future in the small city of Forsythia, Oregon. Last week Psyche divulged some important information about her family. After school she slipped away from her friends to run home on her own.

Psyche ran the first few blocks, slowing to a walk after she’d passed out of sight of the school. She cut through the new development that replaced the abandoned Walmart, and toward her own neighborhood. She always took the long way home, even when she wasn’t dropping by Heather’s first. The other way only reminded her of what lay past her home, past the deceptively empty fields and innocent-seeming homes and barns.

As she turned onto her street Psyche’s feet slowed and she watched the same green van pass her for the second time. It was going the speed limit, but twenty-five was slow enough for her to see the tinted windows and a fancy antenna—made to look like some kind of redneck van accessory—sitting on top. She broke into a run and ducked down the next street. By the time she’d doubled back and made it home she was sweaty and out of breath.

 

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Another piece of the puzzle…

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I forgot to sign up for WeWriWa this week, but welcome to everyone from the Snippet Sunday group and anyone else who wanders in. I’m another year older today, so I blame the lack of remembering on age. 😀

Since the last snippet Psyche and Heather have left the library, before they could get kicked out for making too much noise. They and the guys ate lunch outside on the bleachers, and Psyche kept the conversation focused on the musical to avoid any more discussion of the locker incident.

Right before they went back inside Cam reached out to open the door again and Psyche looked into his eyes for the first time that day. All trace of the leer that had nearly become a permanent fixture over the past few months was gone; he looked scared.

 
“It’s because my twin sister died when we were kids. It’s like a racial slur but not about my skin color.”

 
Cam put some of the pieces together immediately and his jaw slackened. Behind him, Heather made a surprised sound, not even really a word, and her eyes about bulged out of her head. Psyche flipped her hair and walked away, not checking to see if either of the other guys had heard or what their reaction would be. She walked away slowly; she would’ve loved to run, but had her dignity to consider.

 

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Why no private school?

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Welcome to my snippet!

I missed everyone last week! It was Finals week and I was battling the plague—something had to give and unfortunately it was this blog.

This week I’m jumping ahead a little, to the second day of school. Psyche didn’t walk to school with (BFF) Heather so they didn’t really get a chance to talk until lunch—after Heather caught up with Psyche in the library. I skipped the part where Psyche tells Heather her brother suggested she change schools, and then here we are:

 

“And go back to that—” Heather interrupted herself and leaned in to whisper in Psyche’s ear, “private school on the compound.”

“It’s not a compound. We’re not a para-military organization.”

Heather raised an eyebrow at her use of the word we, but didn’t mention it. She didn’t have to. “No, just a cult.”

Heather’s eyes bulged for a second and then she dropped her forehead onto the table in front of her. “Sorry.”

Thanks for reading!

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History from a father’s point of view…

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Hola, snippet lovers!

Another weekend, another snippet, and another submission for Psyche and the gang.

This is right after last week’s, in which Ivar tried to speak for his sister and was immediately shouted down. You can find that one here.  Instead of a plot point, I give you character development and family dynamics in action. Lindy (Psyche’s dad) is a history teacher, can you tell? 🙂

“Ivar only wants you to be safe, as we all do, you’re the beautiful flower of our family and we love you deji.”

“I know, I’m sorry for shouting, Daddy.”

“And will you apologize to your brother for using that horrendous nickname?”

“Okay, but I’m not the one who started it and I’m not beautiful.”

He held her at arm’s length, his large hands warming her shoulders, the pain on his face unmistakable.

“You are—if you had lived in another century soldiers would fight wars for the privilege of giving you tribute.” He traced her profile, from her hairline and down over her classic Indian nose, to her chin with his fingertip. “This profile would be on coins and tapestries and—”

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Same song, next verse, a little bit louder…

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Welcome back to my little corner of the web!

This week’s snippet picks up a little bit after last week’s (sorry about the creative punctuation, try to squint a little when you read it!). Oly offered to tell their dad about the locker defacing incident but Psyche only needs his support, not his voice. This one has a lot of names in it, so here’s a rundown:

  • Psyche is our 16 y/o protag
  • Ivar and Olander (Oly) are her older, identical twin, brothers
  • I guess Dad is probably obvious.  (He was beating cake batter when she entered the kitchen.) 🙂

Psyche squared her shoulders and held Oly’s hand tighter. “I didn’t deface my locker for nothing, someone wrote single on it, I just smeared it until I could go back and clean it up.”

Psyche watched closely as her dad’s muscular arm slowed to a stop. She jumped when Ivar brought both hands down flat on the counter with a loud slap.

“Who did it?”

Before she could say she didn’t know, Ivar turned to his father.

“She shouldn’t even be at that school, she needs to go back on-site where she belongs.”

“SHE is right here and SHE can speak for herself, Igor, and SHE is not going back there.”

Thanks for reading!

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Don’t forget to hop around and check out the rest of the snippets! The Snippet Sunday group is amazing, and you’re bound to find something cool on the list at Weekend Writing Warriors!

 I got the kindest, most helpful rejection for this story last week. I’ve been working to implement one of the editor’s suggestions so maybe I’m one step closer to getting it published, and not one step closer to papering my bathroom with rejections! *fingers crossed*

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Taking another stab at it.

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Hiya! I’m back and I’ve brought Psyche with me for another snippet.

This one takes place after Psyche’s run-in with her principal. (Previous snippets are here.) She’s studying in her room when her brother Oly comes in to see how she’s doing and give her a hug. He heard their dad’s half of the conversation when the principal called about why Psyche had detention on the first day of school. The first line is Psyche’s.

“My cover’s blown.”

“How’s that, detective?”

“I’m serious, someone wrote single on my locker in black Sharpie—the defacing incident was me smearing it beyond recognition.”

“Damn.”

Psyche shrugged and Oly pulled back to study her. “We have to tell Dad.”

“Why would anyone at school even care?”

“If they’re Naturalists they might.”

Thanks for reading!

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And thanks for coming back. I tried to give up on this story (and a couple other YA manuscriptss in various stages of completion), but I just couldn’t. So. This novel is out on sub, and another publisher has expressed cautious interest—so we’ll see what happens. *fingers crossed*

Don’t forget to hop around and check out the rest of the snippets! The Snippet Sunday group is amazing, and you’re bound to find something cool on the list at Weekend Writing Warriors!

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The Situation

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Happy Caturday, all!

Here’s another snippet from Psyche’s story. To meet the content limit I left out one sentence between last week’s and this one—hopefully it’ll still make sense. Last week’s is available here, or you can scroll a little way to find it.

 

“But you didn’t die along with Suvi. You have a long life ahead of you and I’d be remiss if I didn’t do everything in my power to make sure it’s a good one.”

Twice in one day Psyche was dumbstruck. To her horror she felt tears burn up behind her eyes. Nobody had mentioned her sister casually in such a long time, let alone by name. The outrage she’d normally feel didn’t have time to spring to her defense.

Principal Seymour straightened and took a deep breath, palms flat on the cold metal of the desk; it was so cold goose bumps had broken out along the principal’s arms. “I don’t mean to be cruel, but instead of the broad discretion past principals have shown your behavior I want you to consider any special treatment you received in the past as rope. Please do not use it to hang yourself in my school.”

Thanks for reading!

 

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Locker defacer, is that you?

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Welcome back to another week of snippettry!

This one skips ahead a little, to Psyche’s first run-in with her new principal, Mrs. Seymour. I hope the creative punctuation won’t hurt your brain too much, but I wanted the snippet to make some kind of sense on its own… *fingers crossed it does*

More snippets from this world are available here.

 

“It’s only the first day of school, why have you defaced your locker?”

Psyche cursed to herself. She’d meant to take care of the rest of the mess after lunch, but Cam distracted her with his offering to help and his stormy gray eyes.

Ms. Seymour leaned forward over her desk and put on what Psyche considered a soft and yet businesslike expression; slowly she laced her fingers together.

“I know you’ve been given a lot of leeway—by your family, teachers, past principals—but you’re a junior now. In two short years you’ll be going off to college and more will be expected of you—it’s my duty to ensure you’re prepared to meet those expectations.”

The ensuing pause had to be for effect—or maybe to give her time to say something appropriately contrite; she waited.

“I’m sure it hasn’t been easy for you, to be…in your situation….”

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Weekend Writing Warriors            Snippet Sunday

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Welcome Writing Warriors and Sunday Snippetters!

  It’s the weekend again, which means it’s time for more snippets!

Every weekend writers and bloggers share 8 sentences of writing, published or unpublished. Visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their 8 sentence posts. Spread the word because the more the merrier!

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This is later in the same lunch period we visited last week. (If you missed it, it’s right here.)

The incident inspiring Psyche’s chocolate-cake lunch last week was a locker-defacing (someone scrawled on hers with a Sharpie). Cam is another of the friends Psyche didn’t share her cake with and she has more than one good reason to want him to stay out of it.

 

Psyche reached out to pull the door open and Cam was right there, at her side, opening it for her. It caught her by surprise and she smiled at him. Cam’s freckled face turned into a mask of longing for one short moment. She watched his game face replace it and felt only relief.

“If anyone’s bothering you, you can tell me.”

Psyche shook her head and went inside, ducking into the nearest washroom. She fought the urge to kick the overflowing trashcan just inside the door. Until she was halfway out, then she took a step backward and kicked it hard creating a neat, satisfying dent.

Thanks for reading!

Don’t forget to hop around and sample the snippetry!

Weekend Writing Warriors            Snippet Sunday

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Welcome Writing Warriors and Sunday Snippetters!

Welcome to my snippet!

Every Sunday writers and bloggers share 8 sentences of writing, published or unpublished. Visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their 8 sentence posts. Spread the word because the more the merrier!

Here’s the first snippet of my sci fi-ish story with the horrible working title of The Unforgiven Two. My MC, 16 y/o high school junior Psyche Foss, is eating lunch with her best friend Heather. Something pretty shocking just happened to Psyche, so it’s a good thing she has chocolate.

 By the time Heather caught up, Psyche had emptied half the contents of her backpack onto the seat in front of her.

“Is that Lindy’s chocolate cake?”

Psyche nodded and stuffed a large bite into her mouth.

“To make the first day of school just a little bit sweeter,” Heather said in her worst Indian accent.  “How much cake do you have in there?”

“Nevermind,” Psyche said around a mouthful of triple-layer chocolate cake with homemade fudge buttercream frosting. She swallowed loudly and fixed Heather with an appraising look.

“I think the fact that I can lovingly mock both your dads with one sentence gets me cake.”

Thanks for reading!

I’ve recently submitted this novel to Harmony Ink. So far, every manuscript I’ve snippetted while it was on sub has been published—ergo, it’s good luck. This is my first time posting a YA snippet, so I hope you like it and will come back next week for more! I’m also working on a short story for Harmony Ink’s “First Times” anthology, so I may post from that too. Hopefully I’ll be able to share more about these stories soon (and it’ll be good news).

Don’t forget to hop around and sample the snippetry!

Weekend Writing Warriors            Snippet Sunday

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