Six Sentence Sunday, Works in Progress

Six Sentence Sunday

#sixsunday is trying to forget what shouldn’t be remembered. I know what poor Sebastian’s going through having been through a miserable year. So glad to see 2011 gone! I’m looking forward to a fantastic year in 2012. I hope you are too.

Walking with the silken grace he’d adopted after becoming a warrior, he changed direction to go to the kitchen. There was a disquiet within him and perhaps a good old fashioned snack of cookies and milk would help calm what ailed him. Of course, it didn’t take a psychiatrist to tell him that the munchies had little to do with food or even blood.

“What’s gotten into you?” he muttered to himself as he stood at the large butcher block island. When was the last time a woman—damn it, especially a human—had made him feel this way?

There was a full sleeve of Chips Ahoy sitting in the pantry, untouched, but Bast knew he could plow through a dozen of them and that achy craving wouldn’t be touched.

For more authors who’ll leave you craving, please visit the official Six Sentence Sunday site here. Even if you’re suffering from a hangover this morning, I still hope you are able to enjoy every single minute of 2012.

Happy New Year, y’all.