Saturday, April 10, 2010

Eep! Murder scene blogfest/first kiss blogfest!

So, not realizing what day it was, I only just now got onto the blog. Checked to make sure that murder scene day was tomorrow.

I discovered it was today. My reaction?

"Nooooooo!" Fall to my knees shock! Hands outstretched, in the classic Hero-desperation mode! How did I lose track of days? And how did April pass me by so quickly?

So, today is murder scene day. And that means it's also First Kiss blogfest day. And I still have--well--a *little* bit of time.

*Murder Scene*
So, this is a WIP that I posted a teensy bit of, the other day. I want to give a bit of background; the mc is a lawyer involved with a murder trial. His POV changes, but this is his re-imagining of the ordeal--he becoming the murderer, himself. It's the only thing I have prepared to toss your way, at the moment, although it needs some work. And, it's actually quite short! Here it is.

In his mind, he saw Mrs. Haroldson. This time, she was wearing a red dress. He saw her with the neighbor, the two of them sitting together on a couch, her neck bent back in laughter at something funny he had said. The ringing noise in his ears screamed at him. He knew what to do. He went to his house, got a gun, and returned. The neighbor was afraid of him, but Emerson didn’t hear a thing. He shot him five times, though he was dead after three. Mrs. Haroldson looked, then. She screamed at him, but he couldn’t hear. He squeezed his eyes shut. He could see it. He could feel it. White, smooth skin, and this time, it was cold.

Justice.

OK, now go read the other entries at Anne Riley's page--she's the one who started that 'fest.

*First Kiss*
Again, a little background.When I write stories, I usually feel like the major players are receiving the first kisses (or at least the first ones that count). In this case, this is the first kiss that counts, to the mc. And, it's with an escaped convict. So that should fit in with both 'fests, right? I hope this will satisfy (and be short):

“I’m not changing the rules,” he said. He took a step toward her. “I can’t.”

“Just stay back, okay?” she said.

“You still don’t believe me,” he said, and she thought he seemed insulted.

“I don’t believe you,” she said. She leaned back. “I think you’re going to kill me.”

He stepped toward her, and she stiffened against the refrigerator. He stood and stared at her for a moment, and then he grabbed her arms, pulled her forward, gently tipped her head back, and he kissed her.

He tasted of peanut butter and bitterness, of iron and of steel. He kissed her, and she knew, she knew, that he needed something, and it wasn’t to kill her.

He stepped away, then, and she stared at him, all too aware that her breathing was shallow and that her shirt was all wrinkled.

“I didn’t do it,” he said. “What they want me for.” She stared at him, and flinched, and knocked one of the magnets against the floor. She was sweaty all over, she realized. She was too hot.

And now, go read others at Melissa's blog. And see you tomorrow for some bar-hopping stories....hopefully...

6 comments:

Amalia T. said...

Saraahhhh! That is my favorite short story of yours-- the one with the kiss. I love it and I want to read it again, now that you've reminded me of that moment! (I know you already know it, but I just can't help saying it again!)

Dawn Embers said...

Great double entry post. I like the small details, including the taste of peanut butter. It really adds to the scene. Nice job.

Stephanie Thornton said...

I like that murder scene, especially the last line. Blogfests sure are fun!

Tara said...

I like how you had the MC step into the murderer's shoes.

Loved the kiss scene!

Charity Bradford said...

Bless you for short entries! My eyes are bleeding from days of reading, but they are all so good.

I think both of your entries were great. The kiss scene was my favorite and the one I would love to read more of. There are so many good things in it, the fear, sexual tension and mystery. "I didn't do it, what they want me for." (can't see the exact wording on this comment screen, but I loved it and want to know more.

Eric W. Trant said...

You are wonderful with dialogue, by the way. I actually ~enjoy~ reading your stuff.

I'll certainly be checking back on your blog.

- Eric