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There are 5 simple and fun rules to the Lucky 7:
- Go to page 77 of your current MS
- Go to line 7
- Copy down the next 7 lines or paragraphs as they're written-- no cheating!
- Tag 7 other writers
- Let them know!
I'm up today on the Oasis, so I'm doing my tagging over there (hint: I'm cheating).
This is from my Upper MG manuscript, LURE. Let me know what you think!
“Ma’am? Ma’am!
You have to help me! My dad was
in an accident and his leg got crushed under a truss. Please!” I shouted, pulling on her arm. I almost sobbed in relief as she sighed and
lowered her book.
“This
better be serious, or you kids are in some real trouble,” she said, still
glaring at us. She stood and tucked Lure
in her pocket, keeping one hand on it as she followed us over to Dad. She knelt, examining his leg briefly, and
then stood.
“It’s
a serious injury, but he’ll be fine.
Let’s get him into a room and I’ll start an IV. He looks dehydrated.”
She
marched to the back of the chair and wheeled him down the hall, not waiting for
us to follow. She turned into the first
empty room, and we helped her get him onto the bed. With quick efficiency, she grabbed supplies
out of drawers and cabinets, and had an IV started practically before we could
blink.
“Now,
I’d like a doctor to look at that injury before I clean and bandage it. I’ll be right back,” she said, walking out the
door. Jen and I exchanged a glance, and
followed her, knowing the pull of Lure might interrupt her before she
found a doctor, as well as that there were no other unaffected people in the
building, possibly the town.
The
nurse’s brisk walk slowed after only a few steps down the corridor. After a few more steps, she stopped and
turned back to us.
“Why
is it so quiet?” she asked, and I could see fear creep into her eyes. She snatched her hand out of her pocket, as
though only just realizing she had been caressing the book there. “Wha-What’s going on?” she whispered.
