My friend and First Reader Lisa participates in Six Sentence Sundays—each Sunday, she posts six sentences from one of her stories. I’ve been enjoying her snippets for a while,* and thought, well, why not?
So here are six sentences from my earliest drawer novel. The working title was Daughter Of, but one of my friends suggested Full Metal Librarian. Who am I to argue?
The moment I stepped outside, the February wind tried its best to cut me in half. So much for global warming—a third of Antarctica might have melted in the past fifty years, but Illinois winters were still brutal. I zipped my flak parka to my chin, raised my collar, and headed for the parking lot, passing other ambulatory bundles of clothes braving Mother Nature’s deep freeze.
Fighting against the wind to the parking kiosk, I stuck my hand in the slot, turning away from the icy blasts as much as possible. I could hardly feel the sampler scraping my skin. Bouncing on my toes to keep my circulation going, I glanced at the attendant, who had the requisite mohawk and submachine rifle.
Six sentences isn’t a lot . . .
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*I’ve read the novel that she’s currently sharing, by the way—Lisa is a fantastic writer.
Earful of Cider 
Nice description, was shivering as I read it (though that could be because my home is freezing, lol). The last line about the attendant is very intriguing (oh, and Full Metal Librarian sounds a better title).
I’m pretty sure I was shivering when I wrote it. 🙂
And thanks — maybe I should outsource all my titles . . .
Welcome! a great snippet indeed to première with.
Thank you!
Awww, I want more …
Good! 😀
There will be bit more next Sunday, Sarah, if I can figure out which bit.
That first line is fantastic. It reeks of a challenge.
Thanks, MSB—Illinois winters are a challenge.
Great description! And the last line just sucked me in. I’m anxious to read more. 🙂
Thanks—I was hoping that line would work! 🙂
that made me cold to read.
nicely done.
i can see her bouncing to stay warm.
I think I originally wrote that right after stopping for gas in late January. Write what you know! 🙂
Are you kidding? Six sentences is tons in your world. Sure, I want more, but what you gave me was fantastic. These details paint your world a curious shade and it is painfully intriguing. I love it. And for the record, I loved the title you came up with. It fits the heart of the novel. Super first six sentences! I cannot wait for next week. I was right. This is awesome.
I suppose being Queen of the Twenty-Four Word Sentences (and you know I am) has some advantages . . . XD
You like the title? I was going to run it past you, but i ran out of time!
I’ve never met a woman who can put together a 24 word sentence more adeptly than you. Or a man, at that. 🙂 I like the title Daughter Of. Full Metal Librarian is neat, but I really loved the original.
Awww shucks, Lisa . . . 🙂
Maybe I’ll save “Daughter of full Metal Librarian” for the sequel (joking).
Kudos for bringing out a drawer manuscript! I have 7 or 8 (well, in a box, not a drawer) that I’d be terrified to let anyone see. lol. Nice set-up for the story and descriptive Six!
Thanks! Your six were amazing. Succinct and to the point. 😀
wow. Great description. there is a lot going on. I love it
🙂 thanks!
Love your writing…great description and I felt like I was there.
Thank you.
Great bit of description, Sarah. You made me cold. Sets a great tone.
Thanks, Ute! Your passage was a great hook for the rest of your story.
requisite mohawk and submachine rifle. . . .hmmm. Got my attention. When are we? Love the tonal quality of the six.
Hi, Karysa!
It’s set in a kind of skewed future . . . suppose that’s sort of obvious. 🙂
Sarah,
Love this! “the wind tried its best to cut me in half” is perfect.
At first I thought this was a journalistic piece on my life (it is all about me, right?) until I got to the part about the submachine gun…
Oh! And Full Metal Librabrian! You have to use that for something! I would pick up that book without even reading the bookflap.
Maybe I’ll use it when I finally form that rock band! 😀
I’m glad the gun didn’t ring any bells, Lyra!
And thanks—Dad calls that kind of wind “lazy”: it doesn’t bother to go around you, it just goes right through . . .
A lazy wind that cuts right through. What a lovely juxtaposition.
And I’m holding you to that beta comment… 🙂 .
Please do—I meant it.
Great descriptions on the cold, brrr!
Thank you, pippajay!