Today’s #CleanWIP theme and collaborative article is Where. [More info]
Photo is by NASA/JPL-Caltech/SAO. It is slightly altered. More specifically, CleanWIP Magazine enlarged a portion of the original photo for use on this article.
The #CleanWIP theme for Wednesday, March 18 is WHERE.— CleanWIP Magazine (@cleanwip) March 18, 2020
In addition to relevant lines from clean works-in-progress, we’d love to hear about settings of your WIP or published works. (Please include a purchase link if possible.) pic.twitter.com/YuR65xRelp
~ Scott R. Rezer ~
The Haberdasher’s Wife
1800—Überlingen, Imperial Free City of the Holy Roman Empire.
Change is on the wind. A new century has begun and war with Napoleon Bonaparte continues to spread like wildfire, while the Enlightenment quietly breaks down traditional barriers of class, education, and the arts, in the last holdouts of Absolutism in the old German States.
For Josefa von Bandel, a nobleman’s daughter, her life on the quiet shores of the Bodensee is caught up in the dramatic changes sweeping across Europe—and in her own troubled life. She is young and beautiful and willfully stubborn. She risked her reputation for a scandalous affair—but will she sacrifice everything else for love?
~ Arthur Daigle ~
William Bradshaw, King of the Goblins
The Kingdom of the Goblins boasts the largest maze on the world of Other Place. Nearly every square yard of it has been trapped, and a fair number of goblins live in the maze full tim e. The maze grows by the day as goblins tirelessly and pointlessly add to it, with overhead walkways, underground tunnels, and always more traps.
Most mazes have a reward for success, but not here. Goblins are dead broke and plan on staying that way, thank you very much. This means there is no reason whatsoever to enter the maze, and few if any even consider it. Nevertheless, goblins continue work on their maze as the poorly built eyesore takes up ever more real estate.
“And Walter? Where is my Walter?”— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) March 18, 2020
“He went to New York.”
Mama tightened her grip on him further. “Impossible. Where is he, Louis? Where is he really?”
Louis didn’t know how to answer that. #CleanWIP #cleanindiereads
Strong arms carried me under my back and knees. A clean, sharp scent of birch snapped in my nose. Who carried me? I tried to open my eyes. They were glued as with pine pitch. A breath brushed against my blistered face. #Where the breath touched, the pain eased. #cleanWIP #vss365— ML Farb (@FarbMl) March 18, 2020
Timothy had never been so uncomfortable in his life. After she left, he purchased the baking powder and found a bench, where he sat with crossed arms and regretted everything that had come out of his mouth that day. #CleanWIP— Katelyn Buxton (@KBuxtonBooks) March 19, 2020
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: “Can you blame Margie for running out on the dentist? He could be a twin brother to Papa’s mule.”— Laurean Brooks (@Laurean2) March 19, 2020
Emily laughed. His long face and protruding teeth could easily earn him the nickname “Mule Face.”
Jessica frowned. “You didn’t see where Margie went?”