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Oh yes… 😏 He’s one of the MCs in my current WIP, but this snippet was from the POV of his girlfriend (pretty much fiancée, let’s be real gang). 😜 He’s even got a little bit of that Italian suave-ness.
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
this snippet was from the POV of his girlfriend
I kind of figured haha, who else would be describing his symmetrical face? 😝
#ProtectAdolinKholin
She’d definitely want to know if someone else was describing him like that 😳😂
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
@esther-c @liberty @keilah-h @godlyfantasy12 SNOWBALLS!!
INTP 🧡 Homeschooler 🧡 WIP: The Color of Hope
not a topic I’m going to be a part of. Just saying.
My first and last attempt was horrible!
It just honestly isn’t my writing style.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Oh popycock. For one thing I actually quite liked your story. For another, style isn’t that big of a deal. It’s mostly a challenge to make every word count.
But I understand if you don’t join. Some writers don’t enjoy that challenge as much as others, or whatever. *Shrug* XD
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkA continuation of my previous snowball writing :
“You ready, Buddy?”
A sigh escaped Buddy’s lips before he could stop it.
A chuckle sounded from behind him.
“To tell the truth, Butch, I’m as nervous as a…” he searched for an applicable metaphor. “As a wave that’s tossed to and fro.”
Butch came to stand next to him, placing a paw on his shoulder. “I don’t blame you. After all, it is your wedding day.”
At those words, a broad grin broke over the worried captain’s face. “I can hardly believe it’s here!”
“It seemed just yesterday when we first met her.”
Buddy choked a laugh. “I’ll never forget the look on your face.”
“I’ll never forget the look on your face!” Butch’s eyes shone with humor.
@koshka @whalekeeper @the_lost-journal @hybridlore You’ve all been hit by a snowball filled with these three words:Write or die! (I guess that’s my snowball war cry now)
"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose."~ Jim Elliot
Ahhhhhh! I tried to duck, but failed! I wrote my 100 words, thinking I’d brushed all the snow off, and smugly throw a ball at you…only to find that you were already throwing one at me!!! Mfmgghf…that was a lot of snow.
"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose."~ Jim Elliot
GAHHHHH *falls backward wildly scrubbing snow from my face*
Thirty miles off the coast of Norway. Waves crash against the Kampørn’s prow. The styrimaðr leaned his full weight against the helm to fight the churning. His eyes strained against the spray for his first glimpse of home. He grit his teeth. Swallowed the spay. Called for the sail to be trimmed.
There.
Now, @esther-c @elishavet-pidyon catch some snow!!!
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkSorry, I haven’t been on lately.
That wasn’t very nice, lol
Hmmmm, what to write… I know!
Rax had a sword at his side, Fortis was its name, brave and strong was its meaning. The blade was basically indestructible, forged and enchanted with Rax’s own hands. Rax unsheathed Fortis, looking at his reflection in the blade. His face still showed the marks of battle, the battle with the lord.
A little something something.
Now, SNOWBALLS!!!!!
*throws snowballs at @rae and @jonas *
"Do you want me to keep the sideburns?"
#AnduthForever (Lord Willing)I just got an amazing idea for a story!!!! Because of certain things, I won’t be sharing the story’s title until it’s finished, as it will give some things away ahead of time!
Dale Sommers walked down the street, hands in his pockets and whistling a tune. The crisp winter air playful nipped at his nose and swirled through his dark curls.
Finally.
The young man moved his hefty office bag higher up on his shoulder, adjusting the weight.
This is the day.
He halted at a tall archway surrounded by a stone wall.
No gate…interesting.
Beyond the opening of the stone wall, he could see an opulent stone building. Its ancient look and structure reminded the young man of an old 1800’s castle. Its tall towers soared up into the sky like a unicorn’s horn, and the massive brick-red portcullis of the entrance whispered tales and legends from centuries past. The grounds around it looked very much like a well-kept castle garden.
He looked up at the sign hanging over the top of the stone arch.
The Academy of Kingdom Pen
Dale sucked a breath with a smile. He was finally here. Taking a few steps, he entered the grounds.
@raxforge @ellette-giselle Write or die!"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose."~ Jim Elliot
@liberty Awesome!! You and Kefa with all the KP fan fiction. It’s a really cool idea. Tag me if you post more!
INTP 🧡 Homeschooler 🧡 WIP: The Color of Hope
You and Kefa with all the KP fan fiction.
😆 I just couldn’t help it! The idea just came to me when I woke up!
Tag me if you post more!
Certainly!
"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose."~ Jim Elliot
I knew it was his wedding from the previous post. Just saying. lol.
Oh you nasty person.
Fine. Here.
A few minutes later, Josef stood in front of the mirror, black hat in hand. He adjusted the belt he wore over his coat and straightened his black tie one more time. Letting out a deep breath, he turned and moved into the kitchen, his jackboots clicking on the floor. Marta looked up, a startled expression on her face. “Papa?”
“I’m here, Marta dear,” he replied.
“Is that sound you?” she asked.
“Yes, it’s Papa’s new uniform!” Ernst exclaimed; his voice filled with excitement. “May I wear your hat, Papa?”
Josef placed the black hat on his son’s head, and Ernst grinned up at him.
Josef picked up Marta, tumbling her doll to the floor in the process. Marta hesitated a moment, and then put her hands on his face.
“It’s still me,” Josef said, softly.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
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