#8Sunday Weekend Writing Warriors Excerpt #42

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The Weekend Writing Warriors is an awesome site that allows writers to share their 8 to 10 sentence excerpts, published or unpublished, to the blogosphere. If you’d like to join or would like to read wonderful talent, please visit the WeWriWa website on Sunday, 3/29 http://wewriwa.blogspot.com.

This week I’ll be sharing my urban legends WIP. A serial killer murders college students, one by one, based off famous urban legends.

Here’s my excerpt:

The clerk didn’t look up from his computer as he typed away vigorously. “Sure.”

“Please don’t let any maids into my room. I have OCD and want to clean it myself. I’m not saying that your staff isn’t good, but I have very high standards.”

 “Of course, Mr. Todd. I’ll note your account.”

***That, my friends, ends the chapter. Looks like the creepy desk clerk escapes Sweeney Todd’s craziness 🙂

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

#8 Sunday Weekend Writing Warriors Excerpt #41

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The Weekend Writing Warriors is an awesome site that allows writers to share their 8 to 10 sentence excerpts, published or unpublished, to the blogosphere. If you’d like to join or would like to read wonderful talent, please visit the WeWriWa website on Sunday, 3/22 http://wewriwa.blogspot.com.

This week I’ll be sharing my urban legends WIP. A serial killer murders college students, one by one, based off famous urban legends.

Here’s my excerpt:

Sweat started to drip from his forehead. Play it cool, he thought. Sweeney Todd wouldn’t be nervous in this situation. Sweeney Todd would embrace the challenge.

He studied the clerk’s eyes to figure out what he was thinking. “Hi, I just found out I’ll be spending longer in town. Can I book the same room for another two months?”

The clerk looked surprised, like why would someone in their right mind want to actually spend days, let alone months, in this dump. Clearing his throat, he said, “Of course, Mr. Todd, I’m happy that the accommodations work for you.” 

 “And can I make a special request?”

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

#8Sunday Weekend Writing Warriors Excerpt #40

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The Weekend Writing Warriors is an awesome site that allows writers to share their 8 to 10 sentence excerpts, published or unpublished, to the blogosphere. If you’d like to join or would like to read wonderful talent, please visit the WeWriWa website on Sunday, 3/15 http://wewriwa.blogspot.com.

This week I’ll be sharing my urban legends WIP. A serial killer murders college students, one by one, based off famous urban legends.

Here’s my excerpt:

[Sweeney Todd] didn’t take one last look into the room towards the bed as he closed the door behind him. What was the point? He’d be back again. When expressing art, a genius’s work was never done.

He roamed the hallway until he reached the deserted front desk. Where was the clerk? Being impatient, he rang the bell. The clerk, all sweaty, came out of a small office. Hopefully, his sleazy ass didn’t have secret recordings of the rooms. The pervert. That would definitely mess everything up!

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

#8Sunday Weekend Writing Warriors Excerpt #39

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The Weekend Writing Warriors is an awesome site that allows writers to share their 8 to 10 sentence excerpts, published or unpublished, to the blogosphere. If you’d like to join or would like to read wonderful talent, please visit the WeWriWa website on Sunday, 3/8: http://wewriwa.blogspot.com.

This week I’ll be sharing my urban legends WIP. A serial killer murders college students, one by one, based off famous urban legends.

Here’s my excerpt (more commas and semi-colons were used to fit more text into this week’s excerpt):

Google was a writer’s best friend. Months ago, he had researched how to stuff a body into a mattress; it was crazy the kind of stuff you could find online if you were patient and persistent; fiddling with key search phrases and clicking all the way through last page results came in handy. He followed the steps that he remembered from memory; he couldn’t risk saving the information on his phone.  

He turned on the light while he stuffed Savannah’s dead body inside the brown-yellowish mattress. Then he took a shower in the dingy bathtub, lathered with the smallest bar of soap ever, and got dressed. He made the bed like no one had slept in it, like no one had experienced wild sex on it, like no one had killed on it.

He picked up the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the dresser and put it on the doorknob in the hallway; the last thing he needed was for a maid to do routine cleaning but end up smelling the rotten flesh of the beautiful Savannah Getts, Miss Popular on campus, just a dead Jane Doe in this crappy hotel.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

#8Sunday Weekend Writing Warriors Excerpt #38

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The Weekend Writing Warriors is an awesome site that allows writers to share their 8 to 10 sentence excerpts, published or unpublished, to the blogosphere. If you’d like to join or would like to read wonderful talent, please visit the WeWriWa website on Sunday, 3/1: http://wewriwa.blogspot.com.

This week I’ll be sharing my urban legends WIP. A serial killer murders college students, one by one, based off famous urban legends. SPOILER ALERT—this excerpt reveals one of the killer’s motives.

Here’s my excerpt:

[Sweeney Todd] let out a loud sigh, then sat on the edge of the bed. He grabbed his phone off the nightstand and pushed the red stop button on his video app. Still in the dark, he opened up his Google Docs and began typing:

My heart is racing like a horse on steroids. Her skin was so warm until it wasn’t. Breaking her neck was very loud, so loud that I hope no one heard through the thin walls. Probably not. All I heard was the bed creaking and loud grunts next door. I’m sure the coast is clear.

He typed as fast as his fingers would allow, making sure to capture every sensory detail; writers were always being lectured to show, not tell; he wanted to make sure his readers would be able to feel the experience as his main character, the misunderstood antagonist.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

#8Sunday Weekend Writing Warriors Excerpt #37

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The Weekend Writing Warriors is an awesome site that allows writers to share their 8 to 10 sentence excerpts, published or unpublished, to the blogosphere. If you’d like to join or would like to read wonderful talent, please visit the WeWriWa website on Sunday, 2/23: http://wewriwa.blogspot.com.

This week I’ll be sharing my urban legends WIP. A serial killer murders college students, one by one, based off famous urban legends. To not spoil the motive behind the killing, I’m skipping ahead in my scene.

Here’s my excerpt:

His tongue slid into Savannah’s mouth. He could smell the pickles she had on her hamburger from lunch. He didn’t hesitate to squeeze his hands around her neck. She tried to scream, but her vocal chords wouldn’t work. She scratched his hands. Her long nails stabbed him repeatedly. He squeezed tighter and tighter.

He couldn’t risk anymore of his DNA under her fingernails, so he snapped her neck. “Thank you, Savannah, for playing your part. You have no idea how much that means to me.”

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

 

 

#8Sunday Weekend Writing Warriors Excerpt #36

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The Weekend Writing Warriors is an awesome site that allows writers to share their 8 to 10 sentence excerpts, published or unpublished, to the blogosphere. If you’d like to join or would like to read wonderful talent, please visit the WeWriWa website on Sunday, 2/16: http://wewriwa.blogspot.com.

This week I’ll be sharing my urban legends WIP. A serial killer murders college students, one by one, based off famous urban legends. Last week left off with Sweeney Todd and Savannah flirting after making love. I skipped some of the conversation to get to the answer everyone’s been waiting for 🙂

Here’s my excerpt:

“Did anybody see you in the hallway coming towards this room?”

“No one was in the hall, if that’s what you’re asking me; trust me, they’re all probably creepy men having to pay to get laid.”

What was wrong with that? Savannah was so judgmental; how she was dressed, she could’ve been one of the damn hotel escorts, so she had no room to talk.

Satisfied there wouldn’t be that much of a trace to room twenty-four, regarding Savannah, he knew he could get away with murder.

For now.

He lay on top of her, their legs interlocked as she lay on her back. He put his face closer to her neck, breathing in her scent. “You’re beautiful, Savannah Getts.”

“You’re not too bad looking, W–,”

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby