You may have noticed a few changes around here. Namely, the theme. I thought it was time for a change. Tell me how you find it in terms of readability and navigation. 🙂
And now, onto business. Today, because I can’t find 28 appropriate lines that work together and don’t give too much away yet are still interesting, I have 19 lines of Rebellion Rising and 9 words from my latest Short Story Saturday piece, Reminiscence, the rest of which you can read here. 🙂
So, first things first. This scene takes place somewhat before last weeks excerpt (sorry for jumping all over the place). Note: This is 19 lines according to my computer and it might be more or less here. I haven’t bothered to count.
Rea stood in the stream, her dress bunched up out of the water, ferociously beating a linen sheet. Along the banks the girls and women did their washing. Giggles and gossip wafted on the gentle breeze. Damn Tasyn she thought to herself, Damn him!
One of the girls further down the bank called to Rea, startling her from her thoughts, ‘What do you think?’
The question caught her off guard.
‘Nothing.’ she let her hair fall over her face, hoping to fade back into obscurity.
‘You like him!’ the girl cried scandalously.
‘No, Aemi, I do not.’
‘Oh! You do! She does.’ Aemi told her giggling friend.
‘For your information, I think he is incredibly rude, irritating and…and he drinks like a fish!’
Aemi and her friend were near doubled over with laughter,
‘You do like him! Tell me, oh powerful seer, do you see a future with him!?’ Aemi lost her balance, falling into the stream, overcome with laughter.
Rea ignored them, not willing to admit that she could see nothing of her future or Tasyn’s. After years of having her dreams haunted by this brown eyed soldier, it was strange to seem so unprepared for the future.
And now, for a mere 9 words of Reminiscence. Technically it’s a sentence fragment so to find out the rest you’ll have to go read it for yourself. 🙂
Haunted by the blood that brought it into being.
That’s all for today folks, pretty comprehensive by my standards, lots for you to chew over and no excuses to accuse me of being mean with my offerings. 🙂