One of the shadows moved. “Were you just going to chuck it in there with no thought for the poor folks on the other side?” Flip’s voice drawled out. It was a deep voice and it made my heart skip a beat. He moved away from the trees and came to stand in front of me. “Some hard-working fellow is plowing his field and then – whop! Out of nowhere, a poisoned apple flies out and hits him upside the head.” He clucked his tongue reproachfully.
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ReplyDelete"So calm we can hear our hearts pounding." Yep. Pretty much. I spontaneously decided to speed-read my entry last night. *groans* I'm reminded of all the parts I'm unsatisfied with AND all the parts I love!
Can't wait to party on Saturday!
I have a feeling the same thing would happen if I were to read through mine. I pulled it up on my computer to pull out a snippet to share in an "interview." And the little page that I read was like that for me.
DeleteI'm just over hear quietly dying, don't mind me ;D
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Hahahaha! Don't die on me yet, girl! We've got to see our stories through to completion, wherever that takes us!
DeleteThat picture sums everything up perfectly! The anticipation!
ReplyDeleteI posted it on Facebook today since you liked it. ;)
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