I am still not sure what exactly a blogfest is or what it is supposed to achieve, but the subject of Jolene B. Perry's Blogfest is too interesting to pass up. For me, reading and writing are about the language, the way the words transport me into the character's world, the way their mere sounds can change my mood. So - lovin' language, here we go! My five-sentence entry from my WIP:
"I have been lucky. I haven’t been to a hospital in forty-three years. I received my conscription papers from the Serbian military a week after my seventeenth birthday and I was ordered to submit to a physical exam. All young males had to serve and my kind, the ethic German and Hungarian teenagers, were the first to be called in. I was just a boy then, short and bony, and my hand felt the barrel of a gun before it ever held a razor."
And here is another:
"The long white curtains are dancing to the afternoon wind, flowing like the skirts of lithe dancers. The breeze is warm but refreshing, cleansing the air of the putrid smell of disease that has infiltrated every molecule around me. I wish it would dissolve my gaze glued to the old man walking the hallway and dragging his skeletal frame behind his gray cane. I must close my eyes; I must stop polluting his dignity and feeding my fear. But it is too late. I missed the opportunity the second I laid my eyes on him."