Alabama was sounding good about right now. Mackey hit his blinker and smiled as he searched for the quickest exit to take him to the Heart of Dixie. Let the past be the past indeed.
The chorus of hundreds of unrelenting voices sang wildly. Vixous could never fathom what was transpiring through Chorus. So, he stepped forward, into the world to find out.
I've seen this thread tried before.
Oh well, I'll post:
From Advent:
Take it with context that his sword sings, and it's slung over his shoulders.
Alabama was sounding good about right now. Mackey hit his blinker and smiled as he searched for the quickest exit to take him to the Heart of Dixie. Let the past be the past indeed.
Ohhhhhh, I can't resist this. I've got two. Character names edited out.
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#1
Her medallion was the last cool spot, then that too was gone. [She] stopped struggling. She let her limbs go limp, let it fill her, let it burn in her bones and her veins and her heart like the awful cleansing radiance of the sun.
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#2
She couldn’t help it. It would have been better as a surprise, but that lightness expanded, her heart growing too large to be contained. [She] smiled, so crazily and infectiously his lips quirked in response, and said, “Earth.”
Andreu watched her hips sway against her wings, a sad thought pulling at his heart that indeed this probably would be the only chance he’d ever get to draw her magnificent form. He knew going back home would mean death for him one way or another. He just hoped he would be in time to save his family.
When they laughed, the darkness lost its grip on them, and they were finally able to escape. That was why it had been made.
Whispers, however, don't concern themselves with such things.
I've seen this thread tried before.
Oh well, I'll post:
From Advent:
Take it with context that his sword sings, and it's slung over his shoulders.
Alabama was sounding good about right now. Mackey hit his blinker and smiled as he searched for the quickest exitto take himto the Heart of Dixie. Let the past be the past indeed.
A thud, and a pain like he'd never felt surged through his entire being. I hit ground. The wind knocked out of him, all around he saw white and gray, and . . .
[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]This is actually the concluding three, with which I'm happy. But I still have a big chunk of stuff to write to get there (I don't write in pure sequence):
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[FONT=Times New Roman, serif]I hear footsteps in the corridor. That will be Mrs. Neale. I am hungrier today than is usual.[/FONT]
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As a WIP, I'm still several weeks from writing those last three sentences.