This really fun blog post was written for and originally posted on Writerspace, April 2020.
Who doesn’t love Madlibs?
Okay, don’t answer that. But if you’re a Madlibs fiend, you’re going to have fun with this. I decided to take an excerpt from my book, but take out critical words that you will plug your own words into. We’ll have to see what kind of different story we get!
From SHIFT OUT OF LUCK – Madlibs
His eager ______________ (noun) practically burst from his ______________ (noun), forcing the shift faster than Marrok liked. He’d been wanting to ______________ (verb)with Tala’s ______________ (noun) for weeks. Months even.
Taking her in now, he gave a ______________ (adjective) ______________ (verb) of his tail. Tala was a lovely ______________ (noun), all white with grey socks and grey around her face, slender and lean, shorter than he and smaller by at least thirty percent. No wonder she had chosen to become a ______________ (noun) expert as her preferred form of fighting. He’d seen her before, of course, but they’d been busy with a battle against a werewolf at the time.
Marrok loosed a ______________ (adverb) growl, bunching his muscles to ______________ (verb). But Tala turned on him, dropped her head, her ears flattened, and she exposed her ______________ (body part). A menacing growl, nothing like the playful one he’d issued, ripped from her throat.
What the hell?
“Tala?” he reached out with the telepathic connection all shifters shared when in animal form.
She didn’t answer. Staying low to the ground, she ______________ (movement), her threat clear. Get away or pay with your life.
Marrok stood his ground and did his best not to react to her aggression even as reverberation of shock passed though him. He couldn’t believe his mate was ______________ (description of action).
“Tala?” he tried again. “Talk to me.”
With a suddenness that upped his shock to ______________ (exhaggeration), she lunged. He turned in time to keep those ______________ (adverb) ______________ (noun) from ripping out his ______________ (noun).
His mate had gone mad.
He couldn’t let her ______________ (verb) him.
THE FULL EXCERPT
His eager wolf practically burst from his body, forcing the shift faster than Marrok liked. He’d been wanting to play with Tala’s wolf for weeks. Months even.
Taking her in now, he gave a happy wag of his tail. Tala was a lovely wolf, all white with grey socks and grey around her face, slender and lean, shorter than he and smaller by at least thirty percent. No wonder she had chosen to become a weapons expert as her preferred form of fighting. He’d seen her wolf before, of course, but they’d been busy with a battle against a werewolf at the time.
Marrok loosed a playful growl, bunching his muscles to pounce. But Tala turned on him, dropped her head, her ears flattened, and she exposed her teeth. A menacing growl, nothing like the playful one he’d issued, ripped from her throat.
What the hell?
“Tala?” he reached out with the telepathic connection all shifters shared when in animal form.
She didn’t answer. Staying low to the ground, she inched forward, her threat clear. Get away or pay with your life.
Marrok stood his ground and did his best not to react to her aggression even as reverberation of shock passed though him. He couldn’t believe his mate was posturing to attack.
“Tala?” he tried again. “Talk to me.”
With a suddenness that upped his shock to cannon blast levels, she lunged. He turned in time to keep those deadly teeth from ripping out his throat.
His mate had gone mad.
He couldn’t let her kill him.
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Thanks so much for playing. I hope you had fun!
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