WIP Wednesday: Feet

Ciao, amici. The random word generator gave me some tough options this week. I finally chose the word FEET.

This excerpt is from the third Astral Conspiracy Series book in the Invasion Universe. (Title and cover not yet revealed.)

Without further ado, here’s a snippet from the novel.


Then her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. As soon as her feet found purchase on the floor, she rounded the corner.

Standing there, blocking a wide and well-lit corridor, was a handful of armed guards.

Short, sweet, and to the point. I hope this one piqued your curiosity. I can’t tell you whose POV this is or what the guards do to her, but I’d love to hear your thoughts.

I also want to know what you’re currently working on. Do you have a “feet” quote you can share? You must; all characters have feet! Pick a few lines, share them below, and let’s get the conversation started.

41 thoughts on “WIP Wednesday: Feet

  1. Great excerpt, Staci! I have to admit, the first thing I thought of when I saw “feet” was stinky feet covered in talcum powder. Yeah, I don’t know where that came from, either …I’m working on Book 2, so here’s a quick feet quote (okay, maybe not specifically mentioning “feet” per se):

    Three steps down, and she stood on the cold concrete floor, the chill seeping through the knit soles of her slippers.

    Off to catch up some more!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Pingback: Friday Finds – Staci Troilo

  3. What an eloquent way to express it, Staci – when her feet found purchase…Excellent!! Here’s my contribution to the prompt. “The trick is to stand tall and keep your eyes focused ahead. Don’t think about your feet. They’ll figure it out.”

    Liked by 2 people

  4. Oh, oh, trouble’s underfoot (pun intended, lol)
    Here’s one from my women’s fiction I’m currently fighting with 🙂
    Breathe, Holly. She was going to hyperventilate and embarrass herself by passing out on the floor at their feet, she could see it now.

    Liked by 3 people

  5. Your sharing buttons have gone missing, but I like this bit. Here’s one from me, but uses foot in a different context:

    The guards stopped them at the foot of the gallows so they could remove their boots. Serang flexed her toes and rotated her ankles. She stretched to the side when a boy ran up to her and embraced her.

    Liked by 5 people

  6. Like Mae, I’m doing NaNo prep. I was kind of hoping your snippet would be from Nadia’s perspective and aliens would be waiting around the corner to shove her out an airlock. Just sayin’.

    Your share buttons are missing – or is it me?

    Liked by 3 people

    • Nope, the sharing buttons seem to be a Staci-problem. Oh, joy; something else to add to the list.

      Ah, Nadia. The character everyone loves to hate. I wish I could tell you her fate, but you’ll just have to keep reading to see what happens. 😉

      Liked by 2 people

  7. Wow, she’s definitely in a difficult spot. Great choice for a snippet and, of course, it makes me eager to learn what takes place int he scene.

    I’m currently doing NaNo prep, so I don’t have a snippet to share, but once November starts I’m sure I’ll have plenty, LOL!

    Liked by 4 people

  8. Oh, I look forward to reading more. I have no feet quote in any of my work, but I can only hope if I did, it would be as good as the one you have.

    What am I working on? I am doing prep for NaNo. A first time for me so if you see me wasting time, let me know!

    Liked by 5 people

  9. A corridor full of guards, oh that’s not good! You’re right, almost all characters have feet. He’s a snipped from my WIP about a 19th century witch:
    The fall frost pricked at Gerte’s tender, bare feet as she made her way toward the planters’ quarters. There would be little field work today because of the upcoming winter. It was a time to mend fences, patch clothing and roofs, and, today, bury old Frederick.

    Liked by 6 people

  10. Ooh, I love your excerpt, Staci. That’s a real teaser! Here’s mine from a novella I’m hoping to get out in time for Christmas, Oh Baubles! …

    ‘Mrs Dickens?’
    Her flush paled, her hands grew clammy, and she felt sick. She struggled to gain her feet and untangle her two crutches. ‘It’s Matthers. Miss Matthers. My husband … he’s dead …’

    Great WIP Wednesday 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

Your turn...

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s