Fueled By My Rage: #WeWriWa #8Sunday


Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors’ Eight Sentence Sunday!

It’s the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! We’ve got a variety of genres and talented writers just waiting for you to come sample their wordy wares. Come read one, or all, or pick a few like little treasures….

And, if you’re inclined to share your own 8-10 sentence snippet, follow the link and sign up. It’s a great community to be a part of! =D

This week, I offer you the next nine sentences of “A Splash of Red”, a surreal fantasy story, the child of my own life and my dreams, with a generous dollop of imagery and a big dash of creative license…

More on the story after the snippet.

Context, such as it is…A woman is attempting to win the trust of a little girl in a red dress, while hawks wheel above…but just who are these two to one another? And what about those hawks?

When we left our woman and child last week, the hawks screamed, the little girl vanished into the woods, and the woman is paralyzed where she stands by her fear.

Given the surrealism of the story, punctuation is a bit creative, so be warned!

Fueled By My Rage

The shadow of a hawk passes over me, blocking the sun, making me shiver as though I’m naked beneath its glare –

“No!” I shake my fist, and the hawks drop lower, fueled by my rage. I am an adult now. I’m not defenseless anymore. I’ve learned things, and I have resources. I’m strong. Once, I was a child, powerless to stop them. Once, I thought too that I deserved the attacks, that I had earned them.

Previous “A Splash of Red” snippets (from beginning):

Will the woman be able to find the girl?

Will she even try?

Will she earn the little girl’s trust?

Exactly what are the hawks hunting?

Come on back next week to find out more!

Did you like what you read? “A Splash of Red” was originally published in the 2014 inaugural edition of World Unknown Review, Since I retain all rights beyond first publication, I intend to revise the story and use it as my own initial self-publishing experiment.

That being said, I’d love any and all input and criticism you’re inclined to offer!

Want more #8Sunday?


    • Thank you. It’s a back-and-forth dance, sometimes, this growing-up thing. Definitely so for these characters (or this character, which might be more accurate here).

    • Thanks, Theresa. I’m slow getting back to commenters, because I’m finishing a short story for a contest deadline. It is good for her – and maybe for the little girl, too, if she can find her.

    • It’s not likely to get less surreal, so I’m glad you’re enjoying it. =)

      Sorry it’s taken me so long to get back to you – working on finishing a new story for contest entry…it monopolized my weekend writing time!

  1. I haven’t read the previous snippets, so I’m coming into this fresh (this is my first time doing Weekend Writing Warriors). I loved your imagery, and couldn’t help but think that the hawks were a symbol for something greater — a greater fear. Certain details “naked beneath its glare” “fueled by my rage” “I’m an adult, not a child anymore” “I earned these attacks” — it makes me think of prior abuse as a child. If so, you have me cheering that she overcomes this manifestation of her fear! Great piece!

    • Very astute observation, there. In real life, she did. In the story…we’ll have to see.

      Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors! I’ve been busy with a new story I’m getting ready for a contest, but I will come by to visit you soon.

    • Thanks, Ed. I hadn’t put it in quite those words in my mind, but that is the gist of the story…and my life, too, for that matter…

      For my own kids, I lean toward empowering them now, and helping them see that guilt is usually a waste of energy.

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