Snippets of Story- April

Yay! Katie finally posted the linkup for Snippets of Story- April! Here are this month's contenders:

Ty tilts his head, curiously laying down his fork. He pokes me. "Ally, you okay?" His big, four year old eyes stare at me. It almost hurts to lie to him.
I shake my head, smiling a little. "No, I'm fine." Turning to Aaron and deciding to make small talk, I give him a big, fake grin. "So, how's college?"
Aaron looks surprised at my sudden interest, but nods enthusiastically. "Oh, awesome; my classes are great." He pauses for a second, glancing up at everyone else. "I have a surprise."
Mom looks interested." Yes?" she asks, leaning in.
"Cate's coming over tomorrow! Isn't that awesome? You can finally meet her!" His grin is almost as bright as the sun. I suddenly have the urge to advocate natural gas, for all the green capabilities of my own inventions.
"Totally awesome," I mutter. "I'm like, psyched." To my embarrassment, my words are filled to the brim with sarcasm.
Aaron frowns a little, giving me a weird look. "Ally, can I talk to you after dinner?"
Mom raises an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. I shoot her a look that says Stay out of this before turning to Aaron. "Why?"
It's Aaron's turn to avoid gazes. "You'll see..."- Of Metal Rainbows

I narrow my eyes to slits, ignoring the sparks that painfully hit my skin as I weld the parts together.
"Aren't you ever going to take a break?" Gavin raises an eyebrow, picking up the tray again. "Or are you just that eager to leave?"
His words rattle me like a hurricane against a skyscraper. "No... of course not."
"I can tell you hate it back there." Gavin's hand reaches for my own.
I yank it away, picking up a screwdriver to cover my actions. "I don't belong here- you know that," I say, avoiding his eyes.
"But you do." Gavin sighs. "Ally, you don't understand... you have no idea how much this place has changed you."
I close my eyes. "I do." It's a lie. As usual. - Of Metal Rainbows

I lean against Gavin, watching as the glass casket is lowered. My heart aches as I notice the soft smile etched on her face. I am tempted to believe the funeral home did that, but something in me knows that's a Grace Amos smile. Pure, happy and finally at peace. - Of Metal Rainbows

...Yes, those are all from the same novel. A mixture of random scenes I jotted down and in-order stuff. For those of you who have been here for a while, you'll remember I dropped this novel for development reasons. It's fine now, with a (mostly) new main character and a more developed plot.


Have a great weekend!

Snippets of Story- March

It's that time of month again! Presenting: Snippets of Story, March! Want to do it too? For more info, click here. 

Darren, Crown Prince of the Fire Kingdom, parried the fierce sword strike of his brother, Corad.“I think someone’s burning out,” the boy smirked;his cheeks so ruddy with glee they almost matched his vibrant red hair as he pushed against his brother’s blade. Even though he was only a year younger than Darren, who was 17, he looked not a day older than 13. Darren gritted his teeth at the insult. He knew his brother meant no harm, but it did annoy his competitive streak. He was a… hothead, in the truest sense of the word. Despite being from the Fire Kingdom, it was almost surprising in the cold, level court of King Erik. “In your dreams,” he smirked, darting away before doubling around and lightly touching the sword to his brother’s collar bone. “I win.”- Collide

"For the next week we will study this book and the traits all fairy tales carry." She paused, clearing her throat and straightening her lumpy tweed skirt before continuing. “You will be tested on Friday." A few kids groaned in response. "There are five stories. Read them in any order you want. As long as you read them."
I rolled my eyes. How old did she think we were, seven?  I picked up the heavy book, flipping through it. It consisted of Cinderella, Princess and the Pea, Sleeping Beauty and Hansel and Gretel. The usual lineup. But as I looked to see which one was the best, I realized I didn't know what the fifth one was. I flipped to the back of the book to find hastily sewn in, worn brown pages. I could see where the other ones had been ripped out. -  Night's Prophecy 

“Demi,” Galen blanched, rushing over.  He rolled me onto my back, his eyes full of guilt. “I’m so sorry,” I murmured, avoiding his eyes. Galen shook his head, trying to help me up. “Don’t talk like that. Come on, we’ll-” “It’s only fair,” I whispered. “I took his life, I shouldn’t expect any less.”
“But-” Galen cut himself off. “I love you,” he blurted. “And I’ve never told you. But I do, and I always have.”
I opened my mouth, but darkness tugged at the edges of my vision. My breaths were numbered. I slowly drew my finger down his cheek. “I know.” And as the last syllable left my mouth, I slipped into the darkness.- The Thirteenth Olympian  

Thalia trudged back to her hotel room, not quite sure what to do. She burnt to a crisp in the sun, so it wasn't like she could just waste the day away on the beach tanning. So she decided to go window shopping, just to keep from having to go back to the hotel room. As she peeked into the different windows, feeling out of place, something caught her eye. A sequin covered, vibrant, deep royal blue dress glinted back. Thalia smiled in spite of herself. That was the very dress Analiese had pointed out to her a week ago, hinting that she wanted it.  It was like a lifetime ago... she thought, stepping inside. Weird New Age music pulsed in the background of the nearly empty store. Glittery dresses and shoes were on display, dancing in the color-changing light. Suddenly, the quiet was interrupted. Angry shouts came from the back room, then gunshots rang out. Thalia froze before rushing towards the stock room door, looking in.- Murder In Milan 

 Blogger is doing something weird with the formatting in my blockquotes... I don't know why. But I assure you, I do hit the enter button when writing ;)

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Snippets of Story- February

Hiya! Annika here. I found this lovely little 'Monthly Blog Thingy' as Kate from Whisperings of the Pen calls it through The Director's blog . You have to post snippets of things you've written, including fanfiction if you want, as long as it's your own. So, here we are:

"Roll call!" Ms. Polowski said in her gruff, biker-esque voice. Her beady eyes swept over the entire 7th grade English class, stopping on me briefly. For some reason, I was a trouble maker in her eyes, even though I was almost always framed or no one could prove I did whatever I was being accused of. It started in first grade, when someone broke one of the schools toys and blamed me. That teacher told another, the another, all the way up to  Ms. Polowski, 7th grade torturer extraordinaire . But you almost couldn't blame her. Even though I was far from a delinquent, I looked the part. Not extreme punk, but lots of black. On black. With black. Even my hair was black.- Zoe Knight, Night's Prophecy 

“Why is it so cold?” Victoire shivered. “My toes feel as if they’re made of stone.” She wiggled her toes in her boots for emphasis, even though no one could see.“You really are very childish for a twelve year old girl, do know that?” Agnès smirked.“Yes, and you are very serious for a seventeen year old girl. Now, answer my question: why is it so cold?” The girl’s breath came out in a foggy cloud.“It’s cold because the sun hasn't risen and it’s winter.” Victoire nodded, showing that her sister’s answer was satisfying. Even though she now understood why it was so cold; it didn’t really seem to make the crisp November air any warmer. She sighed, glancing at the gray winter sky and early morning fog.- Victoire Leroux, Victoire, a Novel 

“Hey, Carrot Hair!” Stella’s 16 year old brother Cameron teased her the moment she had crossed the threshold. He had called her that since she was eight; when his eighth grade English teacher had made his entire class read Anne of Green Gables.      “Hey, Tinsel Teeth.” She said, smirking at his braces.  Cameron went red in the face. He was very sensitive about his braces. “Oh yeah-!” he started, but was cut off by his sister, who was standing on the landing above them.  “Put a sock in it, Cameron,” Stella called down. “Come on up here, Rory.” - Rorina Stevenson-Homer, Time Traveling Tweens 

Thanks for reading! Even though I wrote some of this stuff in Summer 2011, I'd love some feedback :D