It Wasn’t the Knife: Generations (KIC#2) for #WeWriWa #8Sunday

The Quill is mightier than the Sword (at least on the weekend.

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday! 

It’s the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Sign up below with your name, blog and email and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. Your post needs to be live between 12:00 noon on Saturday 05/30/15 and 9:00 AM on Sunday 05/31/15. Visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their #8sunday posts.

It’s a second chance to share a small snippet of my current writing. Most weeks, I tie them back to my WIPpet Wednesday post, so reading both can give a deeper peek…

This snippet follows immediately after last week’s WIPpet, Did It?”

This excerpt comes from Generations , the second novel in my Kifo Island Chronicles near-future fantasy series.

Can Kifo Island help three generations of a wounded makeshift family coexist despite the forces and secrets that tear them apart, or will time run out for the dying grandmother, the abusive stepfather, and the brilliant, traumatized little girl caught in the middle?

I’m offering eight sentences today. Airisu has run away, after a troubling interaction with her stepfather. Now, she’s pondering his parting words, and their implications.

Caution – Potential Triggers….

It Wasn’t the Knife

But Airisu had known; she could tell. He was dangerous, just like all the other johns who came to Aijo.


He was the most dangerous of all.

She couldn’t tell. She wouldn’t. Because of his words.

“Whores don’t have friends, Iris; you’ll lose them all, if they know…”

It wasn’t the knife that had frightened her; it was the blade of those words.


Is what Father Howie said true?

Will he find out that she’s run away?

What happened to Airisu, and will she be safe?

I’m only 4 scenes from the end of this novel, now, so all will be known (to me), by the end of the novel. Everyone else will have to wait a while….

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  1. The ultimate sign of an abuser… The one who tries to hold you back from finding support and possibly friendship in others by insinuating that you cannot be yourself around anyone except them…

    The truth is, we’re all in this together, and we can (and should be able to) fly and spread our wings in so many places in the world. In fact… sometimes we need to leave to learn HOW to spread our wings.

    • Sometimes, it’s hard enough to just leave the nest, when the nest is all the safety you’ve known. Getting yanked from the nest and thrust naked into the world – that’s terrifying for Airisu.

      What was done to her by her abuser is unconscionable, and he knows it. A huge part of why he doesn’t want her to talk is that he knows that if she does, he will be in trouble he can’t defend against.

      She may find the way to spread her wings, but this particular departure is fueled by survival instinct, plain and simple.

    • Her attacker held a knife to her throat, when he warned her not to talk about what happened. But that was far less terrifying to this bereft child than the thought that she might lose the only friends she’s ever had…

      Sometimes, the sharper blade isn’t the physical one…I’m not even sure he knew how potently slicing those words were, to her.

    • Well, her secret wouldn’t BE her secret, if not for the person who spoke those words. It was something inflicted on her, which the perpetrator wants her to feel guilty about…

      ‘a weapon of mutilation and destruction’ indeed…

  2. Words are so powerful, and have such potential to hurt more than any physical, tangible weapons ever could. I still have such potent memories of some of the things said to me at Hackett, even 21 years after I graduated that Giudecca of a school.

    • I’m sure there were some of my own memories from school and home woven into this scene. I really want to get this poor girl somewhere safe….I’m glad I’m only four scenes from the end, now. It will be a relief to move on.

      I wrote my first ‘serious’ poem in my sophomore year of college, It was titled “Daggers of the Soul”, and began:

      *Sometimes the snide remarks fall
      Like arrows, piercing the wall
      Of my skin.*

      I hadn’t thought of that for a while, consciously, but maybe it was in my mind, when Airisu told her story…

      I’m glad for all of us former outcasts that high school isn’t the whole of life, and that we can find places where we belong, and there’s no need to have a ‘thick skin’.

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