Six Sentence Sunday, Jan 8 (Not My Apocalypse)
Mew-Mew closed his eyes, and I felt his life slip away. He was too young, and I loved him too much and I wasn’t going to let some asshole in an SUV take him away from me. So I pushed his soul back into his body. I don’t know how I did it, but he started breathing again. I looked at the damage to his body and I knew he couldn’t stay like that. He asked me what was going on and I told him I wasn’t going to let him die.
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January 8th, 2012 at 12:08 pm
Intriguing! Enjoying the excerpts from this, great voice. How the heck is she going to repair the body?
January 8th, 2012 at 12:58 pm
I was thinking the same thing as Angela. I hope that her pushing his soul back doesn’t make things worse. And how does she push the soul back? This is a really good way to pull in a reader.
January 8th, 2012 at 1:56 pm
Wow, it would be cool if this could be done in real life.
January 8th, 2012 at 3:10 pm
Interesting voice on this, that’s for sure! Well done.
January 8th, 2012 at 4:03 pm
Wow. Just wow.
Because you’ve pulled off the feat of making the metaphysical thoroughly physical, kinesthetic… you GO.
And in six sentences, no less.
January 9th, 2012 at 6:42 pm
I love this scene. I can hear that the voice is young – and married to that kind of power… He’s one scary cool narrator.