Good morning, friends! You might have noticed a slight alteration to my usual Sunday blog title. That's because Six Sentence Sunday has come to a close. But, thanks to some awesomely fantastic people, we authors have a new way of sharing bits and pieces of ourselves and our stories via the Weekend Writing Warriors! Woooohoooo! Oh, and best news of all, I'm technically allowed to post eight sentences now. EIGHT WHOLE SENTENCES. My life freaking rocks. :D Today, I decided to bust out eight extremely strange sentences from a story I wrote a number of years ago. I share it now because I'm feeling a bit sniffly and stuffy. Seems fitting.
I present to you...The Cold War
“The attack will commence in T minus two
minutes,” Olfacto informed his troops. His jaw was set in a firm line. A thin
sheen of sweat had formed over his brow, but his eyes were cold, hard,
experienced in the world of battle, and detached from compassion. Only the
strongest survived, and he intended to persevere.
“It’s a dark path we follow, men,” their commander continued. “Be alert, look
for the openings, and whatever you do, stay away from the Cilia.”
Twelve men fought aboard The Rhinovirus. A
sister ship, The Coronavirus, was commandeered by Mucosa, a warrior as
accomplished and relentless as Olfacto himself.
If this doesn't make sense yet, it will soon enough. ;) Thanks for reading and I hope to see you back here next week! I'll bake cookies!