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A Second Lucky Meme Tag…
I’ve been tagged again by the lovely Penny Randall, check out her blog here. This is from my second wip TA. It’s about a wish, the fallout, and the horror that bulldozes all. This is a scene between two friends who are discussing how life has derailed them all: “Hey, if you’re talking about how…
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Lucky Seven
I’ve been tagged for the Lucky Seven Meme by Silver Linings: The Rules: 1. Go to page 77 of your current MS/WIP 2. Go to line 7 3. Copy down the next 7 lines – sentences or paragraphs – and post them as they’re written. No cheating 4. Tag 7 authors 5. Let them know…
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Are You Making an Impression with Your Character?
Are Your Characters Making an Impression? Traci Kenworth When we set off to write our story, often the characters we choose are flat. They have no substance, no reason for existing yet, they’re a blank canvas. Oh, we might see them as a grand creation in our minds but they’re not ready, not yet.…
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Smoke and Bones
Second Campaigner Challenge Traci Kenworth I have decided to take Rache Harrie’s challenge and do a 200 word flash fiction piece with it based on the following prompt picture: Smoke and Bones The Iaeleter glanced at the bones, a gruesome twist to her lips. “Cremated,” she told my partner, Deid and I. Her gaze…
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I’ve accepted another tag…
Barbara’s Meanderings has tagged me. Here are the questions: 1. If you could be any famous person, who would you be? I don’t know if I’d want their crazy, publicity-hounded lives, but if I could be the female Stephen King and write as many books as he has, make them as fantastic as he has,…
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The First Campaigner Challenge Entry…
Over on Rach Writes today, she challenged us to write a 200 word sample that began with the words, “Shadows crept across the wall,” included the word orange, and ended with “Everything faded.” Here’s what I came up with. It is a glimpse of a creature I’ve been perfecting in my stories for a while.…
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Traitor’s Gate
Traitor’s Gate Traci Kenworth We were loaded into the gate like a bunch of cattle. Jayse and I huddled together. My fingernails pinned his arms as we waited for water to flood the place. He flinched but otherwise didn’t pull away. “Cailen,” he said. I raised my gaze to his, mine full of tears.…



