January 27, 2013
It’s the last Six Sentence Sunday ever from sixsunday.com . I’d like to thank everybody who’s ever given me feedback, and the admins at sixsunday.com for helping me meet so many fellow writers and bloggers.
Last time, Kinwer accidentally mentioned Gibbs, his missing gnome friend, in front of his sister’s fiancee.
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“I told you that you shouldn’t be spending time with those folk, Kinwer,” Father said. “You’ve got enough to keep you busy…”
“I don’t have any other friends!” Kinwer exclaimed. “Not since you pulled me out of school. As long as I get the work done, what’s it to you if I talk to a gnome? He’s the only one who understands me at all – and he didn’t come out of the mound this morning and I’m worried that something horrible happened to him.”
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January 20, 2013
Happy Six Sentence Sunday, everybody! Next week will be the last SSS under the current dynasty. I’ve been posting sixes on Sunday for more than a year now, and it’ll be like the ending of an era.
Last time, Kinwer accidentally mentioned Gibbs, his missing gnome friend, in front of his family and his sister’s fiancee. Just to warn you, I’ve been revising this part recently, so I might have repeated or tweaked something.
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Father turned and glared at Kinwer, and mother muttered something to him under her breath. Father didn’t like Kinwer talking to the gnomes about anybody, even family – and Zaffaran was ‘almost family.’ Zaffaran seemed to be a little upset too, but he forced a wide and friendly smile on his face. “Yes, what’s wrong with your gnome friend?”
“Umm, it doesn’t matter.”
“Are you sure?” Zaffaran said, and looked around at the rest of the family.
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January 13, 2013
Happy Sunday, everybody! I guess this is the third-to-last official Six Sentence Sunday, though I’ve already raised my hand for the Skye Warren unofficial version.
Kinwer is getting very concerned about his gnome friend, but has been stuck working all day in the fields…
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Kinwer was feeling very tired when he got back into the house, and saw that the rest of the family was gathered around the hearth, drinking something from a tall bottle. Mother was sitting next to father, and Hope had her hand demurely in Zaffaran’s. Kinwer liked Zaffaran a little, but he still had a hard time imagining his big sister getting married and moving to Zaffaran’s little candle shop in the village.
“Good evening, Kinwer!” Zaffaran said, waving to him with his free hand. “How was your day?”
“I’m doing alright, but I’m a little worried about Gibbs,” Kinwer said before he thought about it.
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January 6, 2013
Happy 2013, everybody! Six Sentence Sunday continues on, though the end is drawing near.
At this point, Kinwer is worried about his gnome friend, but not sure what he can do to help…
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He went straight out to the fields to begin pruning, and Father came out to look for him after he’d finished one row. “Boy! Come in for a bite before you keel over.”
The slice of bread and bowl of vegetable soup did help him feel a bit stronger, and his mind was buzzing with possibilities as he went back out to the field, thinking about the gnomes. He’d probably woken up too late to meet with Gibbs. Gibbs had a father, too, who was always nagging him about something or other.
Maybe Kinwer could get out to the mound before dinner, if he got the pruning done quickly.
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December 30, 2012
Happy Holidays and Merry Six Sentence Sunday to you all. It looks like I’ll get up to ten snippets for “The Gnomes are missing” before the SSS list goes down at the end of January 2013.
I’m going to skip ahead out of the flashback at this point:
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The school bell started to ring, and for a second Kinwer was startled, because that wasn’t the way the memory went. And then he shook himself, and went back to the present. He had to get to the schoolhouse NOW. He wouldn’t be able to meet Gibbs this morning. So he ran the long way around the family farm. He’d be late to school, but he could tell the schoolmarm that he was doing chores, and Father wouldn’t know that he’d been out to the gnome mound.
Happy Boxing Week, and here’s wishing you all a happy New Year!
December 9, 2012
It’s Six Sentence Sunday – which will be ending after January 2013, so you better get your sixes while they’re hot! 😉
I’m continuing with sentences from the opening of my Missing Gnomes story, with a slightly tweaked title.
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For a moment Kinwer had actually thought he was seeing a baby, but no baby could have moved with such purpose or examined the stones with such authority. “Are you a…” he said, and ran out of words, because he didn’t have any clue what he was looking at. He’d never heard about gnomes before.
Gibbs looked up at him, skittered away around a boulder, then poked his head back out at Kinwer. “Are you a – a big man?” he asked, in a high, clear voice.
“Umm – I’m not a full grown man,” Kinwer said.
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December 2, 2012
Hello friends, followers, and welcome back to Six Sentence Sunday. Last week I started with the opening to my new ‘Missing Gnomes’ manuscript, so I’m going to carry on. Thanks in advance for all your feedback.
It made him smile to think of the first time that he’d met Gibbs.
It had been nearly a year ago, and Kinwer had been wandering around. The pruning had been done and there weren’t that many birds to scare away from the fields. Kinwer’s best friend, Rayslo, had just left the village with his family, because Rayslo’s grandfather had died and left them his butcher’s shop in the city. Kinwer knew that Rayslo was having lots of exciting adventures in the big city, but thinking about that just made him lonelier.
And as he’d wandered around the hill, he’d spotted Gibbs – a tiny little figure like a baby just learning to walk, picking up the stones on the hillside and the riverbank and peering at each one closely.
November 25, 2012
Hello friends, followers, and fellow Six Sentence Sunday-ers. Thanks for all the great thoughts last week, and once again, I’m moving to a new piece! ‘The Snow Job’ is finished, yay! I’ve started a new manuscript to finish off November, and I may need to do some revision on it soon, because I want to submit sample chapters for it to the CSSF Novel Writer’s workshop in Kansas next year. So I’d love to hear what you all think about the opening scene!
Kinwer tried to look like he was actually about to do morning chores all the way through his father’s north wheat field. Once he was next to the fence he checked back at the farmhouse to see if any of his family was watching, ducked between the rails, waded across the stream, scrambled across the rocky ground and around the hill, and stopped at a mound of earth about as tall as his father. “Hello, Gibbs – I’m here.”
There was no answer. Kinwer circled around the mound, so that he was even less likely to be spotted by anybody from the farms near the village. He wanted to be patient for Gibbs’ sake, but he couldn’t wait here long.
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