Today’s #CleanWIP theme and collaborative article is Certain. [More info]
From the upcoming The Haberdasher’s Wife by Scott R. Rezer.
Her brother was never good at hiding his displeasure. She often wondered if their father had been same. Anton’s eyes narrowed, his gaze dark and turbulent. His thick, brooding eyebrows too often reminded her of winter storm clouds just before they broke over the rough waters of the Bodensee.
“I’ve heard certain rumors circulating throughout the city that trouble me,” he said, biting down on the stem of his pipe. “Rumors about you, Johanna.”
“You need to be more specific. Tongues have always wagged in Überlingen about our family, Anton. Not everyone in this city likes us. Father had enemies as well as allies, and too many of those friends are now gone.”
“All the more reason not to feed the whispers with the way you conduct yourself in public.”
There it was—he had said it. Finally. She had waited for months for him to mention her secret trysts and late night rendezvouses with Friedrich. She knew she hadn’t been discreet enough, even when she tried. Last night was only the latest example. But she didn’t care. Not any longer.
“How I conduct myself, is my affair, Anton—not yours.”
Use the #CleanWIP hashtag with lines from a WIP and your tweet might be included in a https://t.co/yUHUbxZp23 collaboration for authors who lean clean and readers who love them. The #CleanWIP theme for Monday, March 9 is CERTAIN. pic.twitter.com/SCPf4hjfwc— CleanWIP Magazine (@cleanwip) March 9, 2020
Khol dropped his bowl on the table. “I think I’ve eaten enough,” he muttered. “If I may be excused, Grandfather.”— M. B. Aznoe (@mbaznoe) March 9, 2020
He started to turn away, but Tyrinian’s gruff bark froze him in his tracks.
“You may certainly not, boy. You stay right where you are.”#cleanwip #wip #amwriting
#CleanWIP HALF-PRICE BRIDE: Prudence’s eyebrows arced. “I suspected Emily was one of your mail-order brides. Then I spoke with the station master and was certain.”— Laurean Brooks (@Laurean2) March 9, 2020
She pressed a hand to her heart. “Oh, Ollie. I too, have a confession to make. I hope you can forgive me.”
#CleanWIP (theme CERTAIN)— Katy Huth Jones (@KatyHuthJones) March 9, 2020
Ronan froze, so Nelwina did too. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see another dragon flying away. Had they all gone? Impossible to know for certain with the thick canopy of trees overhead.
She smiled, for certain this time. “Best of luck to you,” she said. “And quit worrying that hat. You’ll ruin it.” Then she shut the door.— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) March 9, 2020
Louis looked at the hat, still in his hands, like he was seeing it for the first time. #CleanWIP
Achron slammed his staff against the bridge. The luminescent orb atop it shot out, expanding with violent force, sending arrow, horse, and rider out of the river and on top of the archers. Panic set in among troops uncertain how to handle raining knights and steeds. #CleanWIP— D. Art and Kay McKinney (@dartkaymckinney) March 9, 2020
The taxi stopped at Fisherman’s Wharf, and the other soldiers piled out. I felt an attraction to the old place; it had a certain pull, a mystique that grabbed you. I would’ve loved to check it out, but Jason insisted we go to the Monterey Hotel and meet his parents. #CleanWip— John Wilde (@WriterJohnWilde) March 9, 2020