Writing Wrongs

January 21, 2007

A meme I missed:

Booking Through Thursday

  1. Grab the book closest to you. See below. I did a couple

  2. Open to page 123, look down to the 5th sentence.

  3. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog.

  4. Include the title and the author's name.

We slept together in her sleeping bag, which felt a little crowded, to be honest, but was still nice. I had never felt another person against me as I slept. It was a fine end to the best day of my life.

Looking for Alaska by John Green

Marianne posted lines from her own novels--a cool idea, but first, another author (I hope she doesn’t mind).

We walked to the cabana building, far enough away so Madison couldn’t hear us if I had to get a little loud. I planted my feet and was about to issue a set of orders when Dave reminded me that the soda machine was on the other side. Oh. Right.

Less Than Three by the incomparable Darcy

This excerpt doesn’t do the story justice in the least.

Vic Bryson moaned, a hand reaching, grasping. Kit leapt back, but it wasn’t her he was after. His fingertips skimmed the bottle of Jim Beam. His hand clutched and missed, but continued its journey to his mouth.
“Shit,” he said. “Where’d it go?”

The Boys Club. Vic. Drinking again. Big surprise.

Between the four of them, they swapped Frank’s gear for Captain Redding’s. In less than five minutes, Specialist Purdue pulled from the shoulder, gravel sputtering under the vehicle’s tires. The taillights dimmed, and they were gone.

This snooze fest is from India Charlie.

She dropped her head to her hands, the plaintive sound of her sigh reaching me. After a moment, she peered through her fingers. “You weren't buried in it, were you?”
Definitely the sort of conversation that only made sense when one party was a ghost.

From Cold Comfort the ghost story/mystery I wrote a few years back.

The Fine Art of Holding Your Breath
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Charity Tahmaseb wrote at 3:50 p.m.