I thought I’d do something a little different today. I’m going to share the seventeenth sentence of pg. 105 from my WIP (numbers picked at random). Would you share yours in the comments? It’ll read like a patchwork quilt if we get enough people involved. If you’re not up to pg. 105 yet just pick the last page you’re on.
I’d like to see how many lines we can get.
Here’s mine:
Oh the irony.
I’d like to see how many lines we can get.
Here’s mine:
Oh the irony.
With nothing to see and nothing to do, she pulled the rucksack into her lap, drawing a bottle to the surface but keeping it hidden inside the sack.
ReplyDeleteHe hits it a few more times, until it’s nothing but blood, guts, and scales.
ReplyDeleteThe trail of glistening liquid leads right, down a small stone path into a patch of darkness.
ReplyDeleteIt is better that I die, leaving my magic lost to him.
ReplyDeleteI don't have anymore dreams that night, but I wake too many times.
ReplyDeleteIf I want to be human, then I must act like one.
ReplyDeleteShe opened the door and quietly closed it behind her as she slipped inside.
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