Here are the rules:1. Go to page 77 of your current ms
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines – sentences or paragraphs – and post them as they’re written. No cheating.
4. Tag 7 other authors.
She would jerk awake, drenched in sweat, a scream caught in her throat. Unable to return to even fitful slumber, she would then rise and patrol the house with the battery lantern and her crowbar, ears straining to hear a noise that would alert her to any presence in the house not her own.
Jude would prowl the house until the sun came up and she was exhausted, but the relief of sleep would rarely overtake her. For that she’d smoke a little weed, count the cracks in the ceiling and cry some more, remembering her life before the monsters took over, obliterating everything that once brought her comfort. Then, and only then, with the end of the joint burning in the ashtray next to the bed, she would be able to fall into something resembling sleep.
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The stockroom door scraped shut mere seconds before her new found enemies thundered by. Whoever had pulled her in here was decidedly male, judging from the hardness of the body pressed against hers, and the strength of the arms.
That’s my lucky seven!
I’ll have to revisit to find some authors to tag.
Check here: http://www.bookbabe.blogspot.com/2012/03/lucky-seven.html
TSS