Welcome to my first week with the Weekend Writing Warriors.
The idea is to sign up on their site and share 8 sentences of your writing, published or unpublished, to go live between midday Saturday and 9am Sunday. Then anyone can comment (critiques welcome!) on the section posted.
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My 8 sentences today come from the first draft of Seven Sisters, Chapter One: although they are not from the opening scene.
A helicopter with a rotary blade at each end, known as a Chinook, passed them as they stood in a field of yellow grass; the only sign of life she had seen on their journey.
Even at the age of four, she had recognised the half burnt billboards, broken neon signs and metal casings of cars as human inventions. Elana had informed her of this dream world, where people played at happy families and smiled as politicians burned away taxes. But these were only the early symptoms of humankind’s steep demise. She heard of the third world, where children were starved of food, water and healthcare; while men and women in suits in the West would receive a medal for killing others.
Anya had been unable to fathom that such a world had really existed only a couple of years before her birth, but understood the desolation that humanity had left in its wake.
Growing up, she had taken her dragon further afield, mindful to avoid crossing the boundaries that marked the hunting grounds. Now she was twenty, she recognised that the earth was recovering, and she wanted to see it all.
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