Six Sentence Sunday
I figured I would join in on the fun, and each Sunday in February
(or maybe more, haven’t decided) I will post six sentences from one of my
current works in progress. This week
comes from my Steampunk novel, the Ulysses.
Hair
black as the feathers of a crow, set in a faux hawk, Mia perfected the
traditional style of her Cherokee ancestry every morning. A few lose strands of
hair still floated wildly around the back of her neck. It was never easy to capture her shoulder
length hair alone for the time consuming process. Her dark brown eyes glared
out into the openness which was the reason for her smile. Everything looked at
peace so high above the world. War paint, once it would have intimidated those
she face now lost its effect with her
clothing, a thick streak of red paint stretched across her eyes to her ears and
two black of finger width rested on each cheek.
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