Today’s #CleanWIP theme and collaborative article is Move. [More info]
tl; dr: #CleanWIP theme for Monday, June 15: MOVE
— CleanWIP Magazine (@cleanwip) June 15, 2020
Long version: We’re playing hashtag games to find authors who prefer the clean end of the spectrum & highlight their words for readers who love them.
Longest version: https://t.co/Oj6maiYSYB #amReading #amWriting pic.twitter.com/hLsmDhFaG3
Rejoice with me! I have a new book baby! I’m SO thankful the words are flowing again!!! 🥰💖😊https://t.co/1yRJP1Qeem#CleanIndieReads #amwritingfantasy pic.twitter.com/NqKrgTnNbp
— Katy Huth Jones (@KatyHuthJones) June 15, 2020
A carved lion mask snarled. His nose wrinkled and his teeth overlapping the edges of his hungry grin. Red covered his skin while carved golden swirls curved along his jaw and over his eyes.
— ML Farb (@FarbMl) June 16, 2020
Each line vibrated with frozen movement. #cleanWIP (move) #vss365
#CleanWIP (theme MOVE)
— Katy Huth Jones (@KatyHuthJones) June 15, 2020
“We could build a place o’ our own near the Keep, or live in the Highlands, or move wherever we had a wish to.” Kieran shifted Fiona and lifted her over his head, to her delight. “Och, lass, ye are getting too big for me tae swing ye about.”
There she was. Tucked into her usual spot. The #carrel covered with books. Intently she poured over the pages. Absent mindedly taking notes. Standing to #move toward her. To introduce himself. Their eyes locked. She smiled. He nodded. Gathered his stuff.And left #vss365 #CleanWIP
— Emily Yager (@TheEmilyYager) June 15, 2020
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Wolf whistles from unkempt men outside the saloon, pierced the air as their wagon passed. Some spat tobacco and leered at Emily.
— Laurean Brooks (@Laurean2) June 15, 2020
The cowboy slapped the reins to get the horses moving faster. “Don’t pay them any mind. They get rowdy this time of day.”
#CleanWIP theme: MOVE:
— Earl Chinnici (@earlshelpdesk) June 15, 2020
I began shaking uncontrollably as the awareness of my surroundings returned.
Moments later we were joined by several station officials. One offered his hand to me as he said, “Ms. Foster, I’m Scott Atkinson, the station manager. Please come with me.”