Amanda Butler challenged me to the 777 challenge. The challenge is to post seven lines found on the seventh page of your work in progress, and tag seven writers. Whereas she is reluctant to share WIPs, I am more prone to over-sharing. So in that spirit, I will share seven lines from BOTH my WIPs, Colossus and Phoenix Rising. (Note: In my Word .doc, these are both seven lines. Trust me.)
Without discussion, each boy took a twin over a shoulder and carried them in opposite directions.
“Witt!” one shrieked from the redhead’s shoulder. “Get your filthy hands off me!”
“Seriously?” He was unruffled, carrying her toward the back door. “Two weeks ‘til graduation, and you wanna get suspended? You want Dr. Magee to cancel the senior picnic?”
Her high-pitched reply was unintelligible. He kicked the door open, tossed the girl out, and jerked the door shut again. She slammed her fists against the window, flinging a muffled slew of profanity. She would not be able to open the door from the outside for another half-hour.
One arm dangling off the edge of the bed. Slowly, painfully, he curled and uncurled his fingers. The third finger refused to move, sending searing pain into his knuckle. He attempted to move his other arm from its place above his head, but it was numb. He dragged it down to his side, and sensation returned with fiery pins and needles. When he attempted to move his legs, a tearing sensation shot between his legs and up his back, making him cry out.
Thatch gave up on attempting to move. He began to cry, even though the heaving sobs wracked him with pain.
I will tag the magnificent 7 on Twitter.