Weekend Writing Warriors – Never Found 3

Welcome friends, followers, and Weekend Writing Warriors!

Good morning! I’m sharing eight more sentences from my Nano project “Never Found”, which I started last week. My main character, Tricia, has just woken up to find a stranger at her door…

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“So, what’s Vinny’s crime?”

The blonde girl giggled. “He tries a bit of everything, but mostly he’s a thief. Like you, I think.”

“Yeah.” Tricia didn’t like the fact that these people knew about her, and she didn’t know anything about them. It was a very unfamiliar feeling. “Listen, you never gave me a name.”

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Weekend Writing Warriors – Never Found 2

Welcome friends, followers, and Weekend Writing Warriors!

Good morning! I’m sharing eight more sentences from my Nano project “Never Found”, which I started last week. My main character, Tricia, has just woken up to find a stranger at her door…

Snippet 1

“I’m here to take you to see Vinny Gibson.”

“Whoever Vinny is, he can f@*k off until I’ve had my coffee.” Tricia started to close the door, but the other girl reached out to touch her hand.

“Sorry–you want to meet Vinny. He’s a clever and powerful man, and he’s got a job for you. The kind of job that could make you rich, or earn you things that money won’t buy. This is a great opportunity you don’t want to mess up.”

Tricia stood there, a little dazed, not sure what had just happened. “Um, okay. I–I should get dressed before we go, right?”

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Weekend Writing Warriors – Never Found 1

Welcome friends, followers, and Weekend Writing Warriors!

Okay, time to change it up again! I’m sharing eight sentences from my Nano project “Never Found”, which I just started yesterday. Actually, as I type this skeleton post, it’s Monday, so I’m committing to write at least eight sentences on the first day of Nanowrimo. Shouldn’t be too hard…

Tricia was still in bed when she heard somebody knocking on the door. She rolled out, picked herself back up, went over, and pulled the door open. On the other side was a tall blonde girl in jeans and a black leather jacket. “Um, you’re not the coffee guy,” Tricia muttered, trying to make her nightie more substantial by pulling at it.

“No,” the blonde girl said, a smile quirking at the corner of her lips. “I’m not even the new coffee girl. You can tell that much, I suppose, by the fact that I’m not carrying any coffee.”

“Who are you and what the hell are you doing here so early?” Tricia asked.

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