Go to the website here and there are links to click that will whizz you all around the world to read bits of stories from gritty sci fi, dystopian future, spine chilling horror and lots of romance/erotica! Something to suit every taste.
I had a tougher job picking this week's six, since the next pivotal scene in my WIP, 'Heirs and Graces', had a lot of very short sentences. Edward's back in London and continuing to deal with the consequences of his brother's misdemeanours, most notably the fact that he's suddenly expected to plan his own wedding:
He knew a dozen or more words in each language he spoke, most uncomplimentary, for men like himself. None precisely described him, however. Maybe he was better not telling her just yet: with any luck, he'd be able to fob her off with excuses for the remainder of the pregnancy. She wouldn't realise what she'd got herself into until the child's future, not to mention the London property portfolio, was fully secured. Maybe he was wrong. It wasn't as if he'd properly investigated the problem, not even with Julia.
No to see if this keeps me writing every week until the next picowrimo month.