Aug 18, 2013 10:55
Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.
Original (!)
Thunder rolled in and the land became darker, the moon hidden by cloud that was indiscernible from the night’s sky. Mother’s held their babies close, soothing noises from their lips competing with the almost continuous crashing of thunder, the sound of trash bins toppling over outside, dogs howling at the unwelcome storm.
On through the night, the storm raged. Flashes of lightning pushed some children under the safety of their bed covers, pulled others towards windows to watch the free display. Men and women glanced at each other, unsure of whether their homes would provide enough protection from this particular storm - louder, longer, more vicious than they were used to. In the grocery store, Mr. Tanner crouched behind the counter as his profit tumbled off the shelves.
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Fanfic
Shrugging, Stiles threads his fingers through Danny’s and squeezes his hand. “Either way, we saved them. Me and you.”
“We make a good team, huh?” he says, waggling his eyebrows, pleased when he makes Stiles laugh. “Look, any anger 5-0 is feeling will blow over - the lives we saved? They’ll last, at least until the next time something goes wrong.”
sunday six,
writing