Tuesday, 2 September 2014

Snippet Time Again.

“Perhaps real princesses don’t blame their parents for things. I want to be a princess, but what I know doesn’t leave my mind. I know it is their fault. And what makes it worse it that I can’t do anything to make it not so.” ~Happily Never After

“Then President Bush picked up The Pet Goat again and began to read. I felt very calm and relieved all of the sudden, as if I had just been saved from an attack of some sort. My feelings were somewhat true, for none of us kids knew that what that the man had whispered into the President’s ear was that a second plane had crashed into one of the Twin Towers, and that America was under attack. ~He Kept Reading

       Lenard laughed. “I sure do, Stew. Heh, that rhymes. Maybe I should go into the poetry line of work...”
       “Lenard,” Stewart said evenly, icily, “if you do not pay attention I will come and personally cut your head off.” ~Beauty and the Beast Retelling Story That Doesn't Yet Have An Official Name

      “I don’t know, Greg. It is the chance I’ve been waiting for and wanting for over five years… but how can I leave you? You need my care.”
     Greg winced, as if he had wished her to say something different than what she had. “Does it really mean a lot to you? Going to Africa?” he asked softly, rising to his feet. 
     “Yes,” Barbara whispered.
     “Then go and take the job.” ~Same as Above

      The trunk was open. From where she was, she couldn't see into it, but if she went closer.... Barbara clasped her hands together. Greg had told her not to touch his trunk, but if she did look, she might be able to understand what had happened to her fiancĂ©. ~Same As Above

       Officer Stone looked at Lenard. “What do I say now?” he whispered.
       Lenard shrugged. “I’m not sure,” he muttered. “I never planned this far ahead.” ~Same As Above


Emily Ann Putzke said...

Your Beauty and Beast re-telling snippets are very intriguing! Are you entering the Five Enchanted Roses contest?

Molly said...

I might be! They are from the story I wrote for the contest, whether I enter or not.