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Sunday, July 29, 2012

777 Writer's Challenge! Pass it on!

The 777 Writer's Challenge is when authors showcase seven sentences from either page 7 or 77 of their current 'work in progress'.   I am currently working on 'Willow Crossing 2-Quest for the Glow' which is the sequel to Willow Crossing and it is nearing the final editing stages.  With some coverwork and a few illustrations, I should be ready to publish soon.  I was nominated for the 777 challenge by S.L. Wallace, the talented author of the Reliance on Citizens triology.  Information about her triology can be found on her website at: http://crossroadsofhumanity.blogspot.com/

Here are the seven sentences I have chosen from page seventy seven of 'Willow Crossing 2-Quest for the Glow':

Chief, still holding the rock in his hand, touched it first to his own heart and then to Ben’s heart.  Then he pursed his pouty monkey lips and planted a kiss on the rock before he handed it to Ben.  Ben mimicked Chief’s actions, touching the rock first to his own heart and then to Chief's.  Lastly, he kissed the rock.  Instantly a light flashed and before their eyes, Max and Garrett watched as the two vanished. 
“Wow,” said Garrett.
“Yeah, wow,” said Max.  “Looks like Ben got his wish after all.”

That was fun!  And now I am passing the challenge to the following authors:

H.H. Laura http://www.sensates.com/
Ashley Cabala
Paul R. Hewlett http://www.facebook.com/pages/Lionels-Grand-Adventure/351949984835429
C. J. Cutayne http://www.cjcutayne.com/
Bon Rose http://hawkssr128e-shortstories.blogspot.com/



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  1. H. H. Laura (Sensate Author)4/29/13, 8:33 PM

    Rhodora, I'm so sorry for the delay in responding to the challenge. My current work is "Ryeth" the second book of The Sensate Nine Moon Saga series. I didn't have page seven written when you issued the challenge. LOL
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    Ryeth couldn’t shake the notion that something bad was going to happen. The prickly feeling creeping up the back of his neck had been there when he rose, and had persisted throughout the day.

    Always aware of his surroundings, he could see his mother working at the edge of the field near the house and his father on the opposite side near the forest.

    Well formed at sixteen, his bone structure promised growth into a formidable-sized man. His tanned skin glistened with sweat. The hair on his arms, bleached golden brown by the sun, now stood out in contrast to the pitch-black hair on his head. Slung low on his hips were a pair of breaches tied up carelessly with a piece of rope.

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