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A Friday Quote: Part 14


     Hello, delightful friends! 

     I am continuing my fun event.  It is called A Friday Quote, and I shall play this game every Friday from August through November.  Here's how it works:

IN THE COMMENTS BELOW:
      Post a quote of something YOU wrote THIS week.
Or
Something you edited this week (of something you previous wrote).

    Don't make the quote too long because I don't want you to spoil your story.  Probably 5 sentences or so would be a good amount.  But that is a guideline and not a rule.

     You don't have to participate every week.  But you can participate any week that you write.

      And it will be so much fun to see everybody's quotes.

     And, for me, it will be a reward for writing this week.  :D

     Enjoy!

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  1. Skye HoffertNovember 3, 2017 at 10:10 AM

    My vision blurred, as I tried to focus. My body felt too weak to hold me. I tried to scream, my mouth wasn’t working; I touched my fingers to my lips, willing my voice to come out. He watched me struggle with wet eyes. My fingers came away coated with purple slime. My throat tightened and I struggled to catch my breath.

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