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A Friday Quote: Part 6


     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. Esther Brooksmith (wisdomcreates)September 9, 2017 at 1:58 PM

    By the time, Moriah reached her own chambers and sat in front of her mirror, her hands were shaking. Years of fear and terror. Years of failures. Could it almost be over? She ripped open the seal and unfolded the tea-stained paper.
    “We have tried and failed for the last time. Your dwarves are skilled swordsmen – no matter, so are we. But I can’t fight fogs and potions. We have nothing left. They are indestructible.”
    Moriah crumpled the paper in her hand. Slowly she stood to her feet and paced to the hearth at the opposite end of the room. The fire crackled and leaped at her approach. For a moment, she hesitated and then tossed the letter into the flames. The paper blackened and curled in the heat. Then it turned to white ash, dropping into pieces under the logs.
    She couldn’t fight their herbs. She couldn’t fight their weapons. There was only one thing left to do.
    Hide.

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  2. Skye HoffertSeptember 11, 2017 at 9:27 AM

    Intense, I feel really bad for Moriah.
    Great snippet!

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  3. Skye HoffertSeptember 11, 2017 at 9:28 AM

    I pulled off my leather gloves with my teeth, and placed them in the ridiculous top hat. The costume was a glitzy atrocity that mother had made. She had chosen red, circus colors, the color of blood. I hated it in all its garish glory. I shed it at the first opportunity. Mother liked her things to be presentable and shiny. I made a point to be anything else.

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    1. Esther Brooksmith (wisdomcreates)September 13, 2017 at 8:30 PM

      Love this. Looking forward to your next chapter. I really like your story, if you haven't figured that out yet. ;)

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    2. Skye HoffertSeptember 15, 2017 at 10:53 AM

      Thanks! I am so glad you like it!!
      :)

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