Today’s #CleanWIP theme and collaborative article is Tree. [More info]
“Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.” ~ Martin Luther
Use CleanWIP Magazine’s #CleanWIP hashtag with lines from a work-in-progress and your tweet might be included in a https://t.co/yUHUbxZp23 collaborative article for authors who lean *clean* and readers who love them. The #CleanWIP theme for Tuesday, December 10 is TREE pic.twitter.com/IspSKpFm0C
— CleanWIP Magazine (@cleanwip) December 10, 2019
#CleanWIP (theme TREE)
— Katy Huth Jones (@KatyHuthJones) December 10, 2019
Then Nelwina found a patch of moss beneath a gnarled bearded oak tree and sank to her knees. It was true. All her life she had been unloved.
There, near the tree’s base, was a beautiful, elongate, fox-like animal. It was bright green, with a cream underbelly. It was a sleek and lovely creature, and it struggled mightily against the vines it had become caught in, looking at him in genuine fear. #CleanWIP #fantasy
— D. Art and Kay McKinney (@dartkaymckinney) December 10, 2019
A shrike’s song cut the air. Another shrike answered the evening call. The two battled their voices in an intricate weaving of notes. As darkness closed over the last band of ground, then climbed the shrikes’ #tree, they sang fiercer, challenging night’s encroachment. #cleanWIP
— ML Farb (@FarbMl) December 10, 2019
A fog had rolled in during the wee hours of the morning, and, while it was quickly fading in the strengthening sunlight, it still billowed softly around the landscape, giving the churchyard, the church, and the trees beyond an other-worldly feel that made Louis shudder #CleanWIP.
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) December 10, 2019
It was a brown Thanksgiving. Here and there a tree still sported various shades of orange, but most of them had surrendered their leaves and now looked like strange works of modern art, their bare limbs stretching out every which-way against the slowly brightening sky.#CleanWIP
— Lea Carter (@LeaCarterWrites) December 10, 2019
#CleanWip “Well, here you are, Miss Hammons. Delivered safe and sound.”
— Laurean Brooks (@Laurean2) December 10, 2019
Clint walked around to help Emily down from the wagon. As his strong hands encircled her waist. a young man astride a black stallion, slipped out from behind the barn and disappeared into a grove of trees.