Time for another dose of Six Sentence Sunday! Click here for a list of all participating authors and a plethora – I just love that word – of styles of writing and genres of work. Sci-fi, horror, inspirational works, sweet and fluffy romance, raunchy detectives, sexually frustrated werewolves, ldies of all shape, sizes and states of undress, and some really delectable blokes too.
I forgot to sign up last week so posted a BIG excerpt of my WIP, A Fierce Reaping, as a penance but this week I’m going back to the proper sequence carrying on from here.
Din Eidin is almost out of fire wood and someone has come up with the bright idea of sending the warband out to indulge in a little competitive wood gathering. Recipe for disaster – y/n?
Cynon called to them to halt on the eves of the wood. “Spread out,” he said. ” We’ll work in gangs. Take bows, there might be some game, and take care not to shoot each other. There’s plenty of dead wood. Don’t try to cut any green trees down, because for a start it won’t burn well until it has had a chance to dry out and secondly I don’t want anyone dropping a tree on anyone else. Let’s see if we can get back from this trip with no casualties.”