Write on Wednesday: 10

The Write On Wednesday Rules: Get creative with the writing exercises - there isn't a right or wrong. Please do try to visit the other members of Write On Wednesdays and leave a comment of support and constructive criticism. 


Write On Wednesdays Exercise 24 - This week is  a Choose Your Own Adventure week. Look to your left...In my sidebar you will find a list of the WoW writing exercises. Pick a prompt that takes your fancy and  make it work for you. Maybe you will work on your NaNo story or another writing project or perhaps just a bit of creative exploration. You might even like to share your favorite book genre with us and then use the prompt to work on a similar theme.

Since I'm working on my novel that I have been working on for 2 years now I don't think I'm going to work on a NaNo story though at some other time and when I'm not at a strenuous school I would love to join in something like that. I picked one of the prompts from before I joined the WoW project.
I want to send a shout of encouragement to the people participating in the NaNo project however and I hope something great will come out of such a dedicated idea. Good Luck to all!

Write On Wednesdays Exercise 4: Two Fat Ladies (88!):  I am sticking with the timed theme. It is much easier to find a spare 5 minutes than a big chunk of time to write.  Grab the 8th book from your bookshelf. Open it to page 8. Scroll down to the 8th sentence. Write this sentence at the top of your page. Set your timer for 5 minutes and write the first words that come into your head after your writing prompt.  Stop when the buzzer rings! Do this exercise over and over if you wish. It will be interesting to see where all our different prompts take us

I'm writing the two sentences on the 8th line because they're pretty short and I feel that they go hand-in-hand. My favorite book genres are Science-Fiction and Fantasy but you may have guessed this already from all my other WoW works and the books that I recommend. I also exclusively write in those two genres, books are my escape to whatever is missing and those two are the ultimate escape. So for the purpose of showing off both of my loves I'll meld them together for you.

They were safe. They were being cared for. The little animals weren't mine to raise, Frey had made that clear enough. I knew this but I didn't want to admit that they would be in better hands with the scientists. The thought that they would be tested on, or worse, left my heart feeling hollow. Frey knew something about the labs that I didn't but he just wanted to get rid of them and didn't really care what would happen. They must have been feeling so alone. I had giving them away while they were sleeping. They were so adorably when they slept. Frey had once said that that was the only time they were manageable. It's true that it was hard to keep them tame.
I rose to wash my hands. The cool burst of air blew my hands clean, the scars there would never disappeared no matter what I did to them. The mirror in front of me would show the scars on my cheeks and hair that I was missing too. That was what had made Frey do this. The accident hadn't been anyone's fault. Besides hats had always looked good on me.
I looked over to their bed. The four of them had always loved to cuddle with me in my bed but whenever Frey was over I made sure that they didn't crawl in with us.
The tears were running down my face before I even felt the sting of their warmth reach my eyes. I wanted them back. I had been the one to raise them from eggs to the fledglings they were now. They were mine to care for and I was the only mother they knew.
I had to get them back.
There was a slam at the door and I swiveled round ready to run to the holding cell. I was halfway across the room when the door slammed open and I braced myself for the Spine Spiders to test me but I didn't feel any lights or hear the skitter of their feet. I opened my eyes and they were there. Standing in the doorway. The tears poured down my cheeks without restraint as I opened my arms to them.
The four little dragons paraded into the room their claws scratching their way across the new carpet Frey had bought.
I'd never really liked it anyways.