First off, I love the name of this blogfest, which is being hosted by Tessa Conte. Secondly, I love the concept of it (and what does that say about me, exactly?). But I better stop lovin', 'cause today we're talkin' about hate!
These are the requirements of Tessa's blogfest:
- Sign up by the end of August 12th
- On August 12th, post a story, an excerpt of your work or a poem you've written that shows HATE of some form or another - your character hates someone, someone hates your character, or maybe you hate someone/something?
- Once you've posted, go check out the other entries and share some comment love!
- Don't forget to link back to my blog when you post so people can find the other entries
For my excerpt I've decided to share some of SQUEAKY, and this is from Claw's point of view. I adore my evil villain cat! (and yes, I am a cat lady and a lover of cats all around) I also want to add that this is a draft...
Far up in Feline Heights, Claw reclined on a couch. It wasn’t just any couch - its covering was made up of tiny mouse skins, and in fact it’d been passed down through the generations of Claw’s family for the last two hundred and eighty years. That was, of course, in cat years. Claw didn’t have very much information about where his family name stemmed from - except, of course, that they had all descended from the Egyptian sphinxes originally. But every cat claimed that these days, even the dirty-blooded ones who had no right, no right at all!
Claw hated. He hated a lot, in fact he hated all day and every day. But he laughed, too. He laughed at the foolishness he witnessed day in and day out. He laughed at the fact that so many remained ignorant of what he knew.
He laughed, because he could.