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A Friday Quote: Part 17


     Hello, delightful friends! 

     I am continuing my fun event.  It is called A Friday Quote.  I have been doing it since the first Friday in August.  I was going to stop in November, but I'm going to do one last one next week.  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  Next week will be the last one!!!!

     Enjoy!

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  1. Esther Brooksmith (wisdomcreates)November 26, 2017 at 8:38 AM

    I don't have any new writing to share, but this is a piece I am working on editing:

    “You married me for my beauty, Alfrond, not my nursemaid skills.” Moriah focused again on her own reflection and, finding a loose strand of hair, tucked it back into place. “I am not her mother.”

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    1. Skye HoffertNovember 26, 2017 at 9:00 AM

      I wish I was in the editing process.

      As always your writing is amazing! I really think you are going to win.

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  2. Skye HoffertNovember 26, 2017 at 9:01 AM

    I opened my eyes to a dim room, and a curtain draped roof. I felt heavy and tired. Everything was muffled, like I was underwater. The scent of roses wafted by me, their cloying aroma was overwhelming and carried a sharp and copper bite with it. Something soft was underneath me, my fingers skirted across it; it felt like silk against my calloused skin.

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