OK, I'm gonna try to keep up with this little experiment each Sunday. We'll see if I can stay focused enough to write roughly six sentences each Sunday that can relay a compelling story and catch a reader's attention.
*Sigh*
Come on creative brain cells...fire up damnit!
Oh, well. Hopefully you enjoy this little morsel of fictional nonsense :)
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Six Sentence Sunday
By: Marcus Twyman
That last hit was a real wallop. I could still hear the ring sounding through the tight confines of my skull. Pushing myself back up into a standing position, I took my fighting stance, feeling my weight distribute evenly across the balls of my feet. Fucking Fae, they always cheated with magic...well, if they couldn't keep their word then I wouldn't either. I felt my power trickle into being, warming a spot deep within my body. Several pair of power laden eyes were fixed on me, waiting for me to make my move...I didn't keep them waiting for long.
Nice! BTW, damn Fae always cheat. Everyone knows that. ;)
ReplyDeleteAwesome, bro! You rock as a writer! :-)
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ReplyDeleteThanks Everyone!
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