Lucky 7 Meme

The rules to this award:

  • Go to page 77 of your current MSS/WIP
  • Go to line 7
  • Copy down the next 7 lines, sentences, or paragraphs, and post them as they’re written
  • Tag 7 other authors

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I found this on my Conversing With Novels and I thought it was a wonderful idea. Thanks so much for sharing it, Amber. She’s an amazing writer and caring friend so if you’re on the lookout for good blogs to follow, please do pay her a visit for me.

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I am definitely going to rewrite this later…but here’s the segment from my WIP “Stronghold”.

“Anything you know was programmed into you.” Roza pulled Raine back into the control room. “Someone could’ve programmed you all that data. My mother. Ben. It’s possible that you sent me those messages. In fact, I know it’s true.”

“It’s not!” Raine shouted. “I didn’t write those messages. Neither did the old Raine. I would know if I did. Why can’t you trust me? Roza, you always used to trust me!”

This is worse than an argument between a teenager and her mom, Roza thought bitterly. She didn’t want to bicker with Raine. She wanted to trust him so very much. She wanted the entire thing to be a lie, but the facts just didn’t line up. It couldn’t be a lie. It just couldn’t.

“Explain to me then,” Roza opened her phone. “Why the sender address is the same for this fourth message as all the other three? The exact same location.”

Roza connected her phone to the computer and programmed the tracker to find the original signal. She hacked into the satellite that she had always used with Ben and formatted the coding so that it would give her a map. A result popped, but a second later, the screen blacked out. Raine was trying to prevent her from seeing the results. It was too late. She had seen perfectly clearly where the signal was from. Inside the tower. The messages were sent from inside the tower.

Her photographic memory brought the images up again and she tracked down the approximate location of the signal. It was in a room near her bedroom. The twenty-sixth floor. She headed out the door of the control room and went straight to the elevator. Not going to take the stairs this time. I have to know for certain what’s in that room. The elevator arrived from the bottom floor in less than thirty seconds. Raine tugged at her arm with both of his, desperately trying to prevent her from entering the elevator.

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I’m going to do the same thing as my dear friend Amber and let anyone who wants to do this go for it. Simply like this post and post the link down below so I can come over to your blog and read what you’ve written. (: Or do a pingback. Anything works.

Even if you’re in working a novel, feel free to drop me a link to a short story or poetry. I love reading pieces of writing.

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