Weekend Warriors #wewriwa

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write!  Sign up on the website:Wewriwa.com and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday.

No one likes it when their family life changes.  This is particularly hard for the Radtke's.  A troublesome boy enters their lives and the children are an endless journey to make sure this boy doesn't get into any further trouble or cause their parents to lose their fostering license.  This is a snippet from my novella, "Oh Brother."

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“Well, hello,” said the wrench wielding man. His two front teeth gaped up at me, while his larger than life sneer told me we were in trouble.

He tapped his wrench against his palm, “What do we have here?”

“I'd say we have a bunch of minors up to no good," said the third man.  His bald head gleamed from the summer's heat. He took out a dirty handkerchief and wiped it.

“What ever shall we do with these minors?” asked the first man.

#WeWriWA #YA

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write!  Sign up on the website:Wewriwa.com and share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday.

No one likes it when their family life changes.  This is particularly hard for the Radtke's.  A troublesome boy enters their lives and the children are an endless journey to make sure this boy doesn't get into any further trouble or cause their parents to lose their fostering license.  This is a snippet from my novella, "Oh Brother."

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I pulled the bus' stop cord, and the bus driver skidded to the curb.

Bachman's flower shop stood across the busy boulevard, and we got off and jaywalked across the street when there was a gap in the traffic flow.

Honk, honk.

"Get out of the way" yelled a driver in a pickup truck, as we crossed the second one way track intersection. His fist was extended out the window.

"Hey, you shut the hell up," said the bus driver in our defense.

“Thanks driver,” I said, giving a short wave.

“Don't mention it kid.” He said out the window, and sped away.
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Readers, feel free to comment below.

#WEWRIWA #YA

Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! To sign up visit this site: wewriwa.com and  share an 8 to 10 sentence snippet of your writing on Sunday. 

This is a snippet from my novel:

Zion and I adjusted our backpacks. It was a short hike to the junkyard and we played a game of eye spy.

“I spy with my little eye a husky boy,” I said.

“Sam Burns,” Zion answered.

“I spy a bad kid.”

“Burns again.”

“I spy a teenager with shit for brains."

"Burns."

We enjoyed this little banter all the way to the junkyard.

When we got to its huge gate Zion peeked in. “All clear.”

Readers, please comment below.