The Lucky 7 Meme Strikes Again

My thanks to Janice Heck for the Lucky 7 Meme nomination.  I’ve enjoyed reading all the various submissions, and now it’s time to pay my dues.  And maybe I’ll just go buy a lottery ticket and see if my good luck continues.

The rules for Lucky 7 Meme game are pretty simple (well, until I get to the last one)

1. Go to page 77 of your current MS/WIP.

2. Go to line 7.

3. Copy the next 7 lines, sentences, or paragraphs, and post them as they’re written.

4. If your WIP doesn’t have 77 pages, you can post 7 lines, sentences, or paragraphs from page 7.

5. Tag 7 other writers and let them know.

My WIP is (and has been forever, if you listen to my husband) science fiction:

Skye and her companions stood watching at the view port as the space patrol cruiser which had brought them undocked from the giant passenger ship, drifting slowly away until thrusters turned the sleek craft away towards the distant stars.  Skye suddenly felt a wrenching homesickness that she hadn’t felt when they watched earth disappear behind them a week ago and tears came to her eyes as the last contact with her home and all that was familiar became just another twinkling star in the galaxy.

Nor leaned hard against her, and throwing her head back the great black wolf gave vent to a long, mournful howl that echoed throughout the ship, sending shivers up Skye’s spine.  On the other side, Ur, whose thoughts were usually focused on food, growled softly in response and shook, dislodging Harry, who had been settled on her back.  Grumbling, the raven flapped his way up to a perch next to the view port, rattling his feathers in uneasy agreement.

They all turned as the thumping of feet announcing the hurried arrival of someone from the ship.  The captain of the ship, with two security officers behind him, rounded a corner, slid to a cautious stop and eyed Skye and her companions carefully.  “Is everything all right?” he asked, breathing hard.  “That sound.  It…” he stopped for a lack of description that would fit.  In fact, he had no words that fit.  He’d never heard a sound like that before in his life.

“I’m sorry, Captain,” Skye said.  “Nor was just giving voice to what we’re all feeling.  It’s been a rather unsettling week, to say the least, and we’re still coming to grips with everything we’ve learned, as well as being so far away from everything familiar and getting further away every minute.  I hope we didn’t upset any of your passengers.”

            The captain relaxed.  “Well, several of the smaller furry passengers may not come out from under the furniture for several days but on the whole I think everyone will survive. “

I know, there are only 5 paragraphs.  I never was very good at following directions, but in this case the next two paragraphs were rather long and on re-reading made absolutely no sense at all.  Time to get back to editing!

So far as tagging seven more bloggers, everyone is going to have to be patient!  And I’m open for volunteers who haven’t played before since those I’ve been reading regularly have already been tagged.  And as deserving as they all are, I rather suspect they’d rather not play more than once.


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