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@hybridlore SNOWBALL!
@koshka SNOWBALL!!!Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Hey, have you read The Chosen by Chaim Potok?
It’s about two Jewish boys, and I kept thinking of you when I read it. I think you would really enjoy it if you haven’t.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
I knew it was his wedding from the previous post. Just saying. lol.
Good perception!
Oh you nasty person.
Hey, you always write wonderful words. So, consider my snowballs as a compliment: I enjoy your writing.
“It’s still me,” Josef said, softly.
Aww! It’s so sweet! Fits perfectly with the soothing Shire music I’m listening to.
"He who never quotes will never be quoted." ~Charles Spurgeon
Well, alright. I guess the snowballs can be a complement. lol.
what do you think of the snippets you’ve gotten so far?
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Do you mean the snippets from Crimson Rose? I really like them!!! So, I’ve heard a snippet of Josef and Reuven…perhaps one about the doctor, too? Wait, is he a doctor?
"He who never quotes will never be quoted." ~Charles Spurgeon
There’s Josef, who’s Aryan German, Reuven, who’s Jewish, and Werner, who’s a boy from the alps and became a doctor.
I don’t think I’ve posted anything with Werner yet.
I’m glad you like them!
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
*Splutter* Texans weren’t made for this much snow!
Three more steps. Calion stood gazing over the edge into the chasm below. A river threaded it’s way down there, cutting a blue seam through a rolling green wood. A mile, two, down. A misty cloud rolled by, blocking the view and pulling his gaze back to the jagged edge just a league away. To the eagle circling above him. He tightened his sword belt, shifted the shield on his back, and edged closer. Two more steps. One. He leapt.
Hmm, I don’t think that I have, but it sounds interesting. What’s the gist of the book? The setting?
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
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Snowball!!!!!
(If you can)
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkReuven (Robert or Bobby) Malter is a Modern Orthodox Jew, and a teenage boy. He is smart, popular in his community, and has a head for mathematics and logic. His father wants him to be a mathematician when he grows up, but he desires to become a rabbi. then on the other side, Daniel (Danny) Saunders: a Hasidic Jew, who is also a teenager. Brilliant with a photographic memory, he is interested in psychology but is lacking in aptitude for mathematics. He wants to become a psychologist, but he feels trapped by the Hasidic tradition which forces him into the role as next in line to succeed his father as Rabbi and tzaddik. The two boys become friends after a very unlikely encounter where Danny tries to kill Reuven. As they enter collage, they experience the troubled times surrounding Israel’s forming as a nation.
It’s a very good book, but a difficult story. I would recommend it.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Reuven (Robert or Bobby) Malter is a Modern Orthodox Jew, and a teenage boy.
Wait…isn’t that the same name in your story? Did you get it from there?
"He who never quotes will never be quoted." ~Charles Spurgeon
Reuven is a common Jewish name in that era. I actually named my Character Reuven before reading The Chosen. They are not alike at all. But, it’s still a good name. I read The Chosen on Monday. I had already started my book the week before.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Yes, I love writing him 🥰 Here’s his moodboard:
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
Guys I’ll catch up on my snowballs later today I promiseeee
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
@ellette-giselle ty for letting me know😅😆 AND AGASGSDJASVLKDBJACDHSBK GIRLLLLLL YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I HAD TO HOLD BACK A SQUEAL WHEN I READ ABOUT YOUR WW2 WIP!!!!! sbavdsadjobvkjidsdn AHHHHHHHHHHHH
@koshka flash fiction is hard but such great practice, yes😌HOW. DARE. YOU.
I HAD NO INVOLVEMENT IN THIS FIGHT!!!
well
FINE.
take this just over 300-word snippet for Book #3 🤪
“Filthy Juden!”
No. Wait…what…where?
“Leon!”
Leon turned. Arms wrapped around his torso, pushing, shoving him onto the ground. Leon gasped, groaned, rolled, and looked up only to meet Riker’s gaze.
A gunshot echoed.
“ABBA!”
No.
Please, no.
Curses spewed.
A man was tackled to the hard ground.
Riker leapt to his feet, and Leon scrambled behind.
No. Please. He had to be wrong…he had to be wrong.
Leon followed behind Riker, rushing, almost running, pushing through the confused and terrified wedding guests.
Every step counted.
Every…every—no.
Leon fell to his knees beside Isaiah on the ground. Isaiah glanced up at him, blood seeping through his white undershirt and even through his dark clothes. Yosef pressed a cloth up against him to staunch the blood flow, concern etched into his otherwise mostly youthful features, Gavriella whispering quick and tearful prayers beside him.
Isaiah winced but smiled. “I’m alright…I’ll be alright. Jehovah will…will-“
Riker landed on one knee beside Leon, quickly inspecting Isaiah.
“You filthy Juden get whatever comes to you. You see me as a threat, whilst a murderer celebrates among you,” the apprehended man, laid flat on the ground with his arms pinned behind his back by a couple of the men, spat, his blue eyes dark, filled with darkness…malice, “a man with far more blood on his hands than you know.”
Riker’s head slightly lifted. His fingers trembled.
Leon clenched his fists and slowly turned around.
Riker turned his head.
The man on the ground lifted his head as much as he could and as much as he dared, meeting Riker’s gaze. He smirked, slightly tilted his head, and sneered, his voice deepening, his eyes darkening, “You have fooled yourself. Did you think somehow Hell had no place for you? You really thought your Savior was enough to wipe those filthy hands clean, Lieutenant Riker Franz Schind?”
@rae and @whalekeeper you have both been struck with a snowball❄️😌😝Ooo, that does sound interesting. I’m gonna have to go see if I can find it.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the Gork
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