I’d like to thank Paige Addams for nominating me for the “Look” Challenge. It’s an awesome award that allows writers to showcase their work.
1. Search your manuscript for the word “look” and then copy the surrounding paragraphs into a post. Either the writer posts a couple of paragraphs from a couple different parts of their manuscript, or the writer posts one larger section of their story that contained the word.
2. Give a little background on the scene if you’d like.
3. Tag 5 other writers who are working on, or who have completed a manuscript.
Part of this scene focuses on a group of friends who take a road trip to visit a cabin for the weekend. Along the way, Marissa picks up a stranger. The group is hanging out in the parking lot of a convenience store before reaching their destination. The girls don’t have a problem with the stranger, but the guys are skeptical. This story went through 2 beta-readers–the third one never responded back with his suggestions.
EXCERPT FROM “ONE BY ONE”
Girls were gullible, so Adam thought it’d be a good idea to scare them. With a serious facial expression, he said, “Marissa should have done a background check on me before inviting me with you guys.”
“Why?” Naomi asked, wide-eyed.
He gave a sinister smile. “Because I’m crazy.”
The girls shared a look of oh-no-he-didn’t. Marissa chuckled, hitting Adam on the arm. “Stop playing like that. Don’t be a douche.”
“I’m not being a douche. I’m being myself.”
“No you aren’t.”
Adam smirked. “How would you know, Marissa? You’ve known me for less than three hours.” He wagged his finger in front of her face, causing her to slap it away. “Didn’t your mom ever teach you not to talk–let alone pick up–strangers?”
Marissa rolled her eyes and folded her arms across her chest. Oh yeah, she was into him. She was turned on right now. Adam never understood women. Why did they want jerks when they could have a nice guy?
Before he could tell them he was joking, Brady walked over. He looked skeptical. The guys must have sent him over to be their spokesperson. Like clockwork, Brady went into third degree questioning. “Where you from, Adam?”
“Florida,” he lied, quickly thinking on his feet. He could handle this putz.
“Last I checked, people are from cities within a state. Like, I’m from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. So…you…are…from?”
“The…Ever…glades…Florida.” Maybe if these hillbillies thought Adam was a country fellow, then they’d cut him some slack.
“Ever been to a swamp tour?” Rae asked.
“A couple of times. My uncle actually organizes tours down on the swamp.” Might as well go all out with the lie.
Brady cracked his knuckles. “How old are you?”
“Thirty,” he fibbed again.
“Congratulations Marissa, you snagged an older man.” Naomi grabbed her friend’s hand, raising it in mock triumph. She gave Rae a spiteful look then left.
MY NOMINATIONS (SORRY IF YOU ALREADY WON; I DIDN’T KNOW)