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.

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