Today’s #CleanWIP theme and collaborative article is Liberty. [More info]

Photo by Tom Kranz

~ Earl Chinnici ~
(a few lines from the opening chapter of one of one of my current works-in-progess)
Now, we’re inseparable. When one of us has a rough day, the rest do everything possible to lift our comrade’s spirits. We lost the illusion of security we had always known, but we refuse to succumb to the anguish and the nightmares. There’s no time for it. We have lives to live—and a story to tell.
We didn’t set out to be heroes, but heroes we became. I’m sure you’ve seen our faces on billboards and subway walls. We’re uncanny symbols of America’s determination and resilience. Some people claim we’re not human; some claim we’re not real. We want you to know we are. We do have feelings.
The entire world has heard the sanitized version of that fateful day and how our actions saved millions, but due to matters of national security, the president urged us to wait a year before opening up to the media. On the White House lawn, he commended us for our bravery; in the Oval Office, he thanked us for our silence.
So much remains untold, but through this symphonic memoir, we hope to answer many of the remaining questions. We hope to silence a couple vicious rumors too.


Today’s #CleanWIP theme and collaborative article is Freedom. [More info]

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~ Scott R. Rezer ~
From The Haberdasher’s Wife
She stared up into his bright blue eyes. Nothing had changed. She saw the same, self-interested man she thought she had once loved. “As what, Friedrich?—Your mistress? Or as your wife?”
“As a woman with enough wealth and freedom to enjoy the world on her terms. The Johanna I knew would claim such a thing without question.”
“So, as your mistress, then.