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Writing meme, snitched from JCheney
Oct. 11th, 2007 05:34 pmThis is a fascinating one: Samples of the earliest piece of your writing that you have, your first published piece, and your current WIP.
"The Battle of the Cats," approx. 8th grade:
"Hear ye, hear ye! War has been declared! All soldiers to the castle!"
First published piece ("Wish I Weren't Here," The First Line, 1999:)
Anyway, so now we’ve got our rules, clearly spelled out, in stone no less. (Hey, didn’t I just say no rocks?) “Thou Shalt” this and “Thou Shalt Not” that . . . how much trouble do they figure we can get into out here in the middle of nowhere, anyway?
Current WIP:
Malak edged away from the entrance, careful not to let himself be seen, and crouched, touching his forehead and tail to the stone floor.
"You called, Honored Mama?" he said.
She-demon Abital uncoiled and stood, towering over Malak. Her scales glittered like granite. She bent until her forked tongue flickered inches from Malak's face. "You've been eating cooked meat, my spawnling."
He stood, and shrugged. "It was meat, Honored Mama."
"Disgraceful." Her tail switched like an angry cat’s, but her stance and scent told him she’d measured him with a glance and was proud that he was surviving and growing strong despite his naked upper body and odd, flat face. "No matter. Do as I tell you and I'll save you a piece of my kill."
"The Battle of the Cats," approx. 8th grade:
"Hear ye, hear ye! War has been declared! All soldiers to the castle!"
First published piece ("Wish I Weren't Here," The First Line, 1999:)
Anyway, so now we’ve got our rules, clearly spelled out, in stone no less. (Hey, didn’t I just say no rocks?) “Thou Shalt” this and “Thou Shalt Not” that . . . how much trouble do they figure we can get into out here in the middle of nowhere, anyway?
Current WIP:
Malak edged away from the entrance, careful not to let himself be seen, and crouched, touching his forehead and tail to the stone floor.
"You called, Honored Mama?" he said.
She-demon Abital uncoiled and stood, towering over Malak. Her scales glittered like granite. She bent until her forked tongue flickered inches from Malak's face. "You've been eating cooked meat, my spawnling."
He stood, and shrugged. "It was meat, Honored Mama."
"Disgraceful." Her tail switched like an angry cat’s, but her stance and scent told him she’d measured him with a glance and was proud that he was surviving and growing strong despite his naked upper body and odd, flat face. "No matter. Do as I tell you and I'll save you a piece of my kill."
