I’ve just found out there’s this cool little tagging game between blogging writers—The Lucky 7 Meme—thanks to Kern Windwraith and her awesomely titled blog, The Odd Particle. The rules are as follows:
Go to page 7 or 77 of your current MS/WIP, or go to line 7 (for short fiction)
Copy down the next 7 lines, sentences or paragraphs and post them as they are written.
Tag 7 authors and let them know.
The purpose is to share our current projects and get a little closer to each other. You know, know each other better, reveal ourselves in an embarrassed bit of stripping, like Amish women taking off their bonnets on a Sunday.
I’ve checked both page 7 and page 77 of my construction site of a WIP, but those excerpts won’t make much sense without a context due to the POV, so I’ll post the first 7 paragraphs. It’s a science-fiction novel, first in a series (probably trilogy), with some psychological thriller and twisted romance characteristics, but I suck at respecting genres so it’s sort of a mutant. Hopefully it’ll be a wholesome mutant, not a lethargic zombie. So here it is:
The alien is staring right through me. It’s got tiny green eyes, like bioluminescent beetles clinging to a mossy rock. My fingers dig into the soft padding of the armrests, creasing the dry-blood colored leather. Behind its projected face, the control panels of the Magna are blinking all over. It’s too late to call base now.
Fuck, we’ve made it! I can almost see my father’s face, glowing with pride at how far his daughter’s come. But he’s not here, and the last glow I saw upon him was the flare of a grenade.
A crack, and the alien’s face breaks open through the middle. Its lower jaw disjoints and lets a scarlet tongue roll out over rows of needle-thin teeth. It makes a rumbling, gurgling sound as if it’s drowning in its own spit. My nails pierce through the leather.
“Si un talfrak drefga dreekser elta hija.”
“Say something,” Jade whispers, but no one reacts. All three of us are staring at the projection like a bunch of floatheads. Even Bray is pissing his suit.
The alien narrows its already small eyes in my direction. I’m suddenly afraid it sees me, and push my back into the chair. Then I realize how stupid that is, but I still push my back into the chair.
“Arrival futile no input dreekser return now,” the alien grunts, and a second later the projection winks out of existence. I feel my blood cascade into my feet.
Phew. Now to the writers I’m tagging:
There are of course more than 7 great scribblers I’d like to tag, and not enough space in the list. But there’s always a next time. I’d tag Kern too, but she’s already posted her bit of awesomeness on her blog, so go check it out. She’s got very interesting, opinionated characters who swear a lot and pull no punches. My kind of peeps. 😉
Please post your bits and leave the links in the comments. I think it’s a great way to peek out of our own worlds and into each other’s. Thanks for sharing!