I'm linking up with Katie for her Snippets of Story link-up. I've been lagging on writing recently-- though I have tons that I could be working on, I just... haven't. I've been busy with school, and my sister coming home, and several other things, and somehow, I just haven't been writing as much. But I'm doing Snippets anyways, with a few excerpts from my WIP's at the moment. I think I may have writer's block.
Farren stared out her bedroom window, looking out onto Old London. The sound of carriages on cobblestones below, and the roar of airships overhead filled her room. She flopped back on her bed, and gazed at the sketches and drawings that covered her bedroom wall.
Airships. Hot air balloons. Anything that flew, really.
It was her one big dream. To one day look down upon her city, London, from the sky. To fly high above the ocean. To simply fly.
She sat up again, and stared upward toward the airships floating across the sky.
“Farren! I’m heading out!” Sebastian, her older brother, poked his head into her room. “You want to come?”
Sebastian worked in the airship yards, fixing up the ships that came through London, and needed fixing up. Oftentimes, he would take Farren along with him, as she adored the airships—and maybe partly to keep her out of trouble.
-Steampunk WIP, currently untitled
Their eyes were all drawn to Mel, the mysterious new girl, who was sitting next to Eiffel—the one person who always sat alone.
“Is she new?”
“I’ve never seen her before.”
“Why’s her hair pink?”
“She looks weird.”
“Wonder what her name is…”
“Have we just missed her all year? Or is she new?”
“I’m not sure…”
The bell rang again, and Mr. Fuller walked to the front of the room.
“Hello, class,” he said, scanning it. He spotted Mel. “Ah! Yes, we have a new student.” He grabbed his attendance sheet, and scanned it, looking for the unfamiliar name. “King, Melon,” he said. “Umm… Melon, would you like to stand up and tell us a little about yourself?”
“My name is Melon. I go by Mel. I grew up in Seattle, and now I’m here.” Mel sat down again.
Mr. Fuller opened his mouth, but quickly shut it again—judging from the look that Mel was giving him, that was the best choice.
The coffee shop was crowded. Important looking business people stood anxiously in line, checking their watches and tapping their feet. Teenagers hung out in a corner, talking and laughing loudly over their drinks. Harried looking young adults sat huddled over their laptops, coffee sitting abandoned on the tables next to them while their fingers flew.
Mel felt out of place in the environment, but it was clear that Eiffel didn’t. “Hey, Eiffel!” said the young man working behind the counter. “Fancy seeing you here,” he said, grinning. “And with a girl? Shocking. I was beginning to think you didn’t know they exist.”
Eiffel rolled his eyes. “Mel, this is Will. Will is a… friend, I guess.”
“I see,” Mel said, surveying Will. “Well, hi. I want a double-tall chocolate mocha.”
Will raised his eyebrows. “Bossy,” he said.
“I am the customer, and you are the worker,” she said, her eyes flashing.
“Your girlfriend’s feisty, Eiffel,” Will said, looking her over.
“Oy. My eyes, they’re up here,” Mel said, snapping her fingers. “And I’m not his girlfriend. We only met today. I just moved here.”
Eiffel stifled a laugh.
Will didn’t look disappointed at all. “Well,” he said, winking at her, “I guess that means maybe we could go out sometime…?”
“No. And winking is for serial killers, and people who stick bombs under your car. Now, give me coffee, and I won’t kick your butt.”
So those are my Snippets. Are any of you linking up? And has anyone else been feeling a case of writer's block? I'm just going to get back to writing. My stories are missing me.
The Dandy Lioness