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Six Sentence Sunday 10/30/2011

Sunday, October 30th, 2011
By , @Writing2Day

From my work in progress: April’s daughter, Cassie, is pushing the limits with a much older man.

They walked in silence, side by side, through the house to the library. Cassie could feel her stomach tossing about with the anticipation of knowing what was going to happen, yet not knowing when or how. For all of her bravado, Eric was the only man she had been with and she had always felt as if she were the one in control. She stole a glance at the finely chiseled features of the man beside her and knew that he was controlling her, directing everything that was happening. Instinctively, she knew that she was here on his terms, and if she tried to change his agenda this would be the last night she spent with him. So she would play along according to his plans and see what the night would bring.

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Six Sentence Sunday 9/25/2011

Sunday, September 25th, 2011
By , @Writing2Day

Being the type of man he was, Drake had learned early in life that almost everyone had some forbidden secret that could be used his advantage. His gut told him that he would find just what he needed in April’s husband. If he didn’t find what he needed there, he would go after his old friend Mitchell. Some friend he had turned out to be, coming to April’s defense so long ago. Yes, Mitchell had it coming to him too, but he could wait. It was just a matter of time before the detective brought him back the information he needed to set his plan in motion.

Six Sentence Sunday 9/18/2011

Sunday, September 18th, 2011

By , @Writing2Day
From my work in progress: A stranger sails into the bay who leaves April thoroughly flustered.

April placed Cassie in Mimi’s waiting arms and took off running down the beach. As she neared the wharf, she slowed to a walk, not realizing that the stranger was watching her approach while he worked. She could see him clearly now, his sinewy body glistened with sweat in the remaining sunlight. The ocean winds had long since swept the sun streaked hair away from his face and the stubble from his beard completed the unkempt look. When she reached the dock, he stood up straight and looked at her through eyes of turquoise which were so intensified by his bronzed complexion that she had to stop the gasp of surprise before it left her lips. The hypnotic effect of his eyes left her speechless and she had no idea how long she stood there before his powerful voice broke through her gaze.

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Six Sentence Sunday 9/11/2011

Sunday, September 11th, 2011

By , @Writing2Day
From my work in progress: After years filled with frustration and lack of intimacy, Cory wrestles with the decision to leave his wife.

He could see the moonlight shining though the open door to his study and he went inside without consciously knowing where he was going. A pile of logs were waiting to be lit in the fireplace. He knelt down and struck a match to the kindling and stared absently into the fire, watching the flames flicker amongst the logs, trying to find a foothold. When the fire caught, he raised himself slowly to his feet and walked behind the desk to his favorite leather chair. He slumped into the chair heavily and rested his head in his hands, deep in thought. His mind was miles away wrestling with the decision he had to make when he felt another presence in the room with him.

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Six Sentence Sunday 9/4/2011

Sunday, September 4th, 2011

By , @Writing2Day
From my work in progress: Drake sets his plan in motion to blackmail April’s husband, Pierce.

Heavy footsteps broke through his concentration and he lifted his head, rubbing the back of his neck which was already stiff with the tension of leaning over the nets. Pierce strained his eyes trying to make out the figure advancing towards him in the fog.  He hoped it was one of his crew members coming to aid in the clean up, but the slow sound of the footsteps carefully making their way down the dock told him it was someone unfamiliar with the wharf.  He stood up to his full height when the man’s swinging black cape met his eyes and waited cautiously to identify the face above the collar.  Every instinct in his body told him to be on guard as his muscles constricted in anticipation.  An unfamiliar face came into view and Pierce quickly summed up his adversary.

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Six Sentence Sunday 8/28/2011

Sunday, August 28th, 2011
By , @Writing2Day

From my work in progress: April leaves the party to meet a new suitor.

Surrounded by darkness, she had to pick her way carefully through the garden. The moon had gone behind the clouds leaving no light to help guide her way. The night was still as could be and a dense fog had already rolled in off the ocean. The laughter and music from the house slowly faded away as she made her way towards the stables. Up ahead she thought she heard a branch snap and nervously giggled at herself for being so spooked. The outline of the stables loomed in the distance and she quickened her pace as she reached the pasture.

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Six Sentence Sunday 8/21/2011

Sunday, August 21st, 2011
By , @Writing2Day

From my work in progress: April meets her soon to be lover’s estranged wife.

Her view was blocked by a tall blond woman whose pale features looked like a chiseled statue under her severely pulled back hair. April quickly took the woman in, marveling at the presence she commanded as she strode towards her. Her dark green eyes were her most striking feature but April couldn’t help but notice that they seemed devoid of any warmth, belying the smile on her perfectly shaped mouth. She knew instinctively that the woman was intent on talking with her and she braced herself, feeling very uneasy in the cold stare. “Quite a party, isn’t it?” The woman’s eyes did not waver for a moment from April’s face.

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My First Six Sentence Sunday

Tuesday, August 16th, 2011
By , @Writing2Day

Below are the first six sentences of the opening scene to my novel, the year is 1898. If you’d like to join in the fun, Twitter #sixsunday or go to the website at Six Sentence Sunday.

The wrought iron gate creaked in the morning fog.  April hesitated, then continued up the path to the main house.  Her footsteps echoed on the cobblestones, lending an eeriness to the still morning air.  As she entered the courtyard, the house loomed above her.  The grave stone walls were faded from years spent in the harsh sea air, their only color a coat of ivy weaving an emerald pattern in the morning dew.  A slight breeze lifted the leaves, seeming to give the house a life of its own.