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"The salesman brought a box and slipped her tired foot in a new, patent leather shoe."©2017 Kecia Sparlin; 99 words
Wretched day. Write a little. Wipe the tears. Edit that. Wipe the tears again. More writing. Clean the tears from my glasses. Put them on again. Write some more. Tears. Save. Close the chapter away in its file. ...know another... Continue Reading →
I never saw a star as lovely as the one I saw with Jubilee.
Revising and editing the last few thousand words of The Farmer's Daughter is taking nearly everything I've got in terms of buckling down and grinding it out. I've lived with this thing for nearly a year, so sick of each... Continue Reading →
You have an explorer's heart. You should have been a pilot.
Her fingers twitched with reanimation.;©2017 Kecia Sparlin; 100 words
If that moral indignity was not to be in vain, I must reach J'ting.
The hull quaked amid a boom like thunder.
Muninn's Memories 