Today’s #CleanWIP theme and collaborative article is Air. [More info]
For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: Then we which are alive [and] remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord. Wherefore comfort one another with these words.
tl; dr: #CleanWIP theme for Thursday, December 5 is AIR
— CleanWIP Magazine (@cleanwip) December 5, 2019
Long version: We’re playing hashtag games to find authors who prefer the clean end of the spectrum & highlight their teasers for readers who love them. So let’s see your clean “AIR QUOTES.” pic.twitter.com/zVqnWm8NCe
The first target was an easy pace and the air sat still as a cat hunting a mouse. #cleanWIP (air)
— ML Farb (@FarbMl) December 5, 2019
Happy #pitmad day, everyone! #pitmad will run from 8am ET – 8pm PT today. Full details at https://t.co/49Nms6EJGg
— Pitch Wars (@PitchWars) December 5, 2019
Please direct all questions directly to @pitchwars
We’re going to link important threads in reply to this tweet.
#CleanWIP (theme AIR)
— Katy Huth Jones (@KatyHuthJones) December 5, 2019
Then Dolan leaned back in the chair. A chill came over him that had nothing to do with the frigid air. For the first time, he was suddenly weary of being king.
Looking for the first buds of spring, I’d done it again, same as last year; my signal that winter would soon end. The cold morning air began to give way to warmth. It’s when you don’t know whether to wear a long sleeve or short sleeve. Life is so confusing. #Thurds #CleanWip
— John Wilde (@WriterJohnWilde) December 5, 2019
#CleanWIP Merchants moved their goods off the boardwalk, closing up shop. On cue, the White Elephant saloon burst to life. Tinny piano music and raucous laughter spilled through its batwing doors. Wolf whistles from unkempt men pierced the air. They leered at Emily. She cringed.
— Laurean Brooks (@Laurean2) December 5, 2019
He was shoved unceremoniously into the backseat of the Fiat, and the dark-eyed man and the redhead crowded in beside him. A mixture of pungent cologne and cigarette smoke filled the air inside the car. #CleanWIP
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) December 5, 2019