2013 March 31
Weekend Writing Warriors is a blog hop. The
object is to write eight sentences from your writing, published or
unpublished, for the other participants to critique (as well as anyone
else who wants to comment of course). This is a snippet from my WIP, The Milk Carton Murders.
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The Milk Carton Murders
(A brief synopsis of the story and previous excerpts can be found here.)
I thought this week I would try to share a bit about what my rural town looks like. Dave, my MC, is walking the three blocks from the sheriff’s office back to the newspaper. He grew up here and his mom and dad were foster parents when he was a kid. One of the three coffins dislodged from the Wiscoy Creek bank had a milk carton clipping of a missing girl pinned to the remains that turns out to be a girl Dave's parents had fostered over 20 years ago. Other comments by Dave’s dad make Dave wonder if his dad is the killer.
The
antique shops, finished with their winter weekend only hours, now ran in full swing.
Early spring flowers hung in planters from old style street lamps the town’s
work crew installed to replace the tall, steel light poles that extended out over
the road. Cement slab sidewalks were ripped out and redone with red brick the
year before when utility lines were laid underground—all to give the business
district more charm. A lot of effort and money had been invested in the
overhaul and the tourists loved the return to the quaint look of days gone by, but
how charmed would they be when they found out about children’s coffins floating
in the same creek they planned to canoe on? Lamont looked the same as it
had last Friday before the storm; it just didn’t feel the same. Dave’s fingers
tingled as he touched the ancient wooden door of the Lamont Weekly Times. How many reporters had gone
before him and pushed on this same door in the same spot obsessed with a story
that ate away at them? Dave wanted a
Pulitzer worthy scoop and now he had it—he just hadn’t expected to be part of it.
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The link to the other Weekend Writing Warriors is here. This week we have almost 75 participants! You're bound to find something to pique your interest.
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PS If you are so inclined, feel free to donate me a noun for my Blogging from A-Z / Camp NaNoWriMo April challenges-I
needz more words guys! Just thought it would be more fun to blog
everyday if I had to try and use someone else's word of the day. Here is what is open if you want to leave it below with your Weekend Writing Warriors / Snippet Sunday comments.... or not. :)
Still open:
B, D, E, F, G, J, M, O, P, Q, R, U, X, Y, Z.
B, D, E, F, G, J, M, O, P, Q, R, U, X, Y, Z.
As always, I appreciate your input.
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"Children's coffins"...a chilling phrase!
ReplyDeleteYour description creates a clear mental image of a place we'd all like to visit.
ReplyDeleteSuggestion/question: Did you consider letting one of your characters offer the description in dialog as opposed to the narrator providing it?
I struggle with that choice often.
The reference to coffins coming in the middle of the description is an attention getter.
ReplyDelete"...how charmed would they be when they found out about children’s coffins floating in the same creek they planned to canoe on?" Nice contrast--the idyllic town and children's coffins where they shouldn't be. Nice post--I can now picture it from your eyes, HS :-)
ReplyDelete"W" = Willow :-)
Scenic description is my weak spot. I struggle with how to do it too. Thanks for your input all and thanks Teresa for willow. :)
ReplyDeleteThe charm of the rebuild and then the floating coffins - that's a guaranteed attention grabber. Great descriptions.
ReplyDeleteLove the mix of description and his views and emotions of the town. Very well done.
ReplyDeleteI stand with the masses, children's coffins -- very emotion invoking!! Great 8, as always!
ReplyDeleteGreat visuals that lead easily into several emotions--really nice job. You've got a strong idea of what you want from this story. I like that and I like the story!
ReplyDeletePS--my inner editor won't let me leave without mentioning that 'obsessed' and 'ate away at them' are awfully similar in meaning. Minor but maybe something to think about tweaking.
Love the descriptions in this snippet. The emotions rang through. 'Children's coffins'-- chilling!!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comments all and I will be slowly making my rounds while preparing Easter dinner. And thanks for pointing that out Owllady.
ReplyDeleteJust enough original description to make it leap from the page without being overwhelming. Well done!
ReplyDeleteGreat scene description! Very nice! I want more!
ReplyDeleteThis story is so very chilling and highly intriguing. I wonder if there's something more going on though...the description of the town and the effect the murders will have on it was excellent. Terrific snippet as always!
ReplyDeleteI love the description of the quaint town, which sounds so lovely until the mention of the children's coffins. Then it suddenly becomes chilling and macabre. Nice job :)
ReplyDeleteWow! be careful what you wish for!
ReplyDeleteThe mention of the children's coffins is chilling . . .
Good visual of a quaint town - and then the shock effect of the mention of children's coffins.
ReplyDeleteBrilliantly done!
ReplyDeleteYou've created a wonderful scene here. My blood ran cold at mention of the children's coffins. Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThe mention of children's coffins made me feel a little uncomfortable.
ReplyDeleteyeah...don't think I'd want a Pulitzer at that type of cost, sadly. :(
ReplyDeletePoor Dave, he certainly didn't want his big story to be this either.
ReplyDeleteI appreciate all your responses and taking time on Easter Sunday to comment.
Great description of the town; I could really picture it.
ReplyDeleteI'm struggling with tomorrow's B as well - Ernest Hemingway, Fact-checking, Monkeys, Publishing, hero's Quest (okay, that one may be cheating), Russian literature, and Unicorns. :D
HS - I love the mood you've built here. Edgy and intriguing.
ReplyDeleteSmiles
Steph