8 Sentence Sunday on Dieselpunks #7
This passage from chapter 5 is the first in Blood’s POV and it gave me endless headache.
Blood is a different kind of character and I actually poured much efforts in trying to depict his ‘otherness’, especially when in his POV.
See if I had any success.
Cindy swayed. Blood saw her eyes glaze over the moment the voices became loud enough for him to hear. He peered into the apartment over Cindy’s shoulder. Into the box of candle smoke and thick presences. He saw them. Dark clouds bellowing in the darkened room, mingling with the wispy smoke from the candles. Red and yellow eyes piercing in from across a flimsy veil. They all turned to him when they smelled him.
Did you enjoy my snippet?
If you didn’t, I’m sorry (shed one tear), I’ll try better next time, so don’t give up on me.
If you did, here’s a few things you might want to do.
- If you are a dieselpunk or steampunk writer, you might want to join the 8 Sentence Sunday on Dieselpunks ‘challenge’. Head over to Dieselpunks, sigh up and look for the 8 Sentence Sunday on Dieselpunks thread. And join the fun!
- If you are a dieselpunk or steampunk writer and you have a blog, you might want to post eight sentence from your work on Sunday and share it. Make sure to leave a link in the comment box below and I’ll be sure to visit.
- If you are a historical writer and you have a story or more sent in the Twenties too, you might want to post eight sentence from your work on Sunday and share it. Make sure to leave a link in the comment box below and I’ll be sure to visit.
- If you are a dieselpunk or steampunk writer, or if you are a historical writer writing in a Twenties setting or if you are just a reader, by all means leave a comment below. I’ll never oppose to that.