For #FFRodeo contest #5, C. Jai Ferry provided a #Twitterflash story. Participants were asked to write a complete 99-word story using Twitter. Every #Twitterflash story also had to be 11 sentences with exactly 9 words each.
The results were interesting!
For my entry, I explored a bit more of the complicated relationship between Erin and Marlin, the main characters in my Middle Grade novel WIP, Mae in May.
Erin seethed. “Don’t you dare open that book, Marlin!”
Marlin’s mouth twisted bedeviled innocence. “And why not?”
He held her diary over his head. “Whatcha hiding?”
Marlin laughed as she leapt to retrieve her book.
“Give it back now, Marlin!” Mirth bubbled from him.
He stretched, using his height to advantage, and read.
“Mom gave me this to keep track of thoughts.”
“Please! I’m not kidding. That’s private.” Erin pleaded, hot-faced.
Marlin’s eyes sparkled with mischief. He pushed Erin back
He spoke in falsetto. “So much of life’s changed.
She kicked his shin and scooped the dropped book.
However, I first wrote an exploration for another of my WIP’s, Wolves at Bay. I usually write late at night, and when I wrote it, I must have been a bit blurry in my Swiss cheese brain, because I misremembered the rules. Instead if 11 lines of 9, I wrote 9 lines of 11. (sigh.) This is the product of my sleep-deprived imagining.
Nina’s Courtroom Entry:
They dragged Nina into the courtroom, twisted legs sprawled behind her.
Dried blood marred her too-pale skin, and her sparse hair tangled.
Guards thrust her onto a stool; Ward sickened; he’d made it.
Just as his father’d taught, he’d whittled delicate but sturdy legs.
At home, the utilitarian piece would never have served for Nina.
Her muscles knotted and her nerves spasmed, and she bolted sideways.
Nina’s head lulled, and her eyes rolled like a painted saint.
Feelings of suppressed protectiveness rose like a fever in her brother.
Ward balked, long accustomed to disgusted embarrassment of his disabled sister.