Astrea tagged me in this, so I’m posting a snippet from my WIP that is in desperate need of continuing. I’m sad to say I wrote myself into a corner plot-wise and haven’t been able to write my way out of it yet. Anyway, here are the rules:
has its own set of rules. Here’s what you are supposed to do:
Open your WIP (work in progress) and:
1. Go to page 77.
2. Go to line 7 on that page.
3. Copy the next 7 lines, sentences, or paragraphs as they are written.
4. Tag 7 authors who also have Works in Progress.
Following said rules, here’s the excerpt:
“What happened?” Terry whispered, his eyes wide. Rolph shook his head, his mouth hanging open. He looked just as confused as the rest of the pack, and more importantly, he looked just as terrified. The entire pack seemed to be realizing just how dangerous their leader was – perhaps it was occurring to them too late. Then Brakkis’ attention snapped to Terry.
“YOU!” he roared, and Terry’s legs turned to jello. With a single bound Brakkis seemed to leap onto the side of the cabin before leaping again to the deck of Rolph and Lani’s cabin. He landed with a crunch as the tiny deck barely contained the heavy landing. Rolph shoved Terry behind him, and moved slightly more inside the building.
“Now just a moment, you have to explain what’s going on here first.” Rolph began, but Brakkis’ eyes were on Terry. He shoved Rolph aside and consequently through the banister of the deck. Terry was backing away, and with every step Brakkis took another advancing on him.
“You said you were a medical doctor, am I correct?” His eyes were wild, and he hunched forward as though he was barely able to contain his animal nature.
“What?” Terry squeaked, “A doctor?”
Brakkis growled, and punched out to the side, putting a hole into the solid wooden wall. Terry let out a terrified squeak, and his legs wanted to give out on him once he hit the side of the bed. Behind Brakkis, he saw Lani race out the door and out of the room. He was alone with this menace, this beast of a man. Rolph couldn’t save him, Lani couldn’t stand up to him, and the rest of the pack were still too terrified of him to make a move to help him. Terry couldn’t blame them really, if one of the others had been attacked like this, he doubted he would show any better courage. Instead, Terry fought with the only weapon he had left: his tongue.
“I believe I was some sort of medical doctor, yes, but I’m not sure. I… I haven’t remembered everything yet. It’s still coming back to me…”
I’m pretty sure all these folks have WIPs. Sorry if I missed anybody!
1. Kelley Frank