Further to last weeks peek into my writing assignment, here's a bit more :-)
Six different identities lived between the woman he knew and the woman she now was. Somehow, their paths managed to cross again and now he slept on her sofa. She didnt believe in fate, there was no grand glorious Divine plan to her life. Nothing more then a single human trying to make the best decisions and fucking most of them up. Tiny strands of sunlight dared to touch his hair, if only she was so brave. Could he see her past the names and identities to the real her?Six Sentence Sunday is a blogging group started by Sara Brooks. Every week authors from all different genres post six sentences from their WIP or published works. If you want to read more contributions to this blog roll CLICK HERE
Intriguing. I envision her hanging out in the corner, just out of sight, watching him.
ReplyDeleteWow, even just the first line makes me want to read more! Nice!
ReplyDeleteI love this take on fate. Nice six!
ReplyDeleteVery nice internal thought
ReplyDeleteAwesome six...I dig her insight into her personality and the description of sunlight "daring" to touch his hair. :)
ReplyDeleteSo many identities? Is she a spy? (I missed any previous posts, and I'm sorry I did!)
ReplyDeleteLovely writing, tons of character and description in a few short sentences.
ReplyDeleteHm. I would dare touch him... ;-)
ReplyDeleteInteresting ...
ReplyDeleteGreat six. And yummy pic :)
ReplyDeleteI like that the heroine isn't perfect and knows it, but she's doing the best she can. Curious about her identities too!
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