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Pledge of Allegiance (a poem by Earl Chinnici) … I pledge allegiance to the ONE Who created this land we live upon. We raise a flag and fly it proudly, not as an idol, but to declare loudly: … [continue via CleanWIP Magazinehttps://t.co/EJBUcw5yUV#poem#poetry#American
From the newly-released, The Haberdasher’s Wife by Scott R. Rezer. ~~~ He led her to the counter, where she waited; she glanced over the assorted baked goods in the display case while he assembled her order. A few moments later, he returned. The divine scent of the warm cinnamon and sugar wafted up from the package as he fastened it with a length of twine. He leaned over the wooden counter, pretending to brush off some imaginary crumbs with a cloth. “I included a few krapfen for you and your mother. A treat for New Year’s.” Josefa giggled like a schoolgirl. “You will make us both very fat with your generosity, Herr Trinkaus, if you insist on adding treats to my order every time I come in here.” “Indulge me, fräulein, and consider it a favor to an old man,” he said, winking. “I have little to delight in beyond seeing the joy it brings you.” ~~~
“Jo didn’t you just buy a bag of #sugar?” Dima called from the kitchen.
“Yes, it’s in the spice cabinet.”
“I’m looking in there. It’s not here.”
Inessa Jo stopped on her way by. Her brother staring into the open cabinet. She reached around him. Took out the sugar.#CleanWIP
#CleanWIP The domestic bliss between Jason and Catriona was too much for Nelwina to bear. She hadn’t remembered his sugary endearments nor her doe-eyed admiration. She'd expect such behavior from newlyweds, but not a busy lord and lady with a young, active child.
She pretended to think about it. “That would be very nice, but of course, you cannot work for free.” This was a game they’d begun to play that summer. She let Hailey get a good look at how full her trunk was. “Ah! Perhaps you would like some gingerbread?”#cleanwip
They would throw the disk to their teammates and keep it from the other team while trying not to fall on the ice. The more passes they made, the better. It was just a friendly game, but soon they were in fierce competition. That was when things went awry. #CleanWIP (game)
#CleanWIP (theme GAME) He had little trouble putting the bridle over Mahoun’s head. And then, the devil horse snapped at him. Dougal barely pulled away his fingers in time. “So that’s your game, is it?” He huffed with impatience. “I don’t have time for this!”
From the newly-released, The Haberdasher’s Wife by Scott R. Rezer. ~~~ Josef leaned down and nuzzled her ear. “Are you up to the challenge, Baroness?” he teased. “I wouldn’t want you to freeze your noble self for something as common as a child’s game.” ~~~
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Doc pointed a finger. “I’ll be back. And I’d better not catch you bustling about that kitchen.” Ma glared. “Two can play that game. When your buggy pulls up, I’ll hop into bed and moan like a dyin’ calf. "Cause I'd hate for you to make a wasted trip."
From the newly-released, The Haberdasher’s Wife by Scott R. Rezer. ~~~ He rubbed his meaty hands together and winked at her. “And to you as well, fräulein. Might I interest you in some chocolates, today?” It was a familiar game. One she often lost. “Not today,” she said, laughing, though she loved the rich chocolates that had made Herr Trinkaus the talk of the city. “Perhaps just a strudel for my mother and me.” ~~~
“Part of the fun of being an adult is having the option to eat dessert first.” She took a bite of her cheesecake, closed her eyes, and smiled. #CleanWIP
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) July 7, 2020
“Here,” he said, waving one under her nose in true theatrical style, “Is a ruby-red fruit from a foreign land. This fruit is miraculous, growing from inside barrels full of straw, and known to some as the apple—to others, dessert.”#CleanWIP Theme: Dessert
#CleanWIP “Call it what you like,” the foreman said. “But them that goes to the dance gets to drink punch out of a purty cup, and eat little sandwiches, and all the other goodies they like. “Them that don’t gets a pitchfork and 100 pounds of horse manure every day for a month!” pic.twitter.com/XcSrqaEdJ8
He bent to #kiss her as Felix pronounced them (married.) The touch of his lips on hers sent her heart racing. No longer could she see the people cheering around them… She could only see him, standing there with tears of wonder glistening in his eyes. Her husband. #CleanWIP
Glassy-eyed, he watched her pretty mouth as she talked, and then, finally–he couldn’t help himself—he cupped her head in his hand, drew her toward him, and kissed her firmly—his first-favorite thing to do. #CleanWIP
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) July 6, 2020
“What is your heart telling you?” She closed her eyes and shook her head a little. “I don’t know.” “You need to listen more closely.” He leaned in and kissed her. Her soft, sweet lips yielded to his, and her whole body seemed to sigh. “How about now?” he said. #CleanWIP
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) July 6, 2020
Someone cleared their throat. Torian gently pushed Inessa back. She still clung to his shirt.
“Hey now, I told you to find her not #kiss her.” Dima glared at him as he spoke.
A pang hit him in the gut. Why did he feel like he just got caught breaking the rules?#CleanWIP
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: It surprised her that having Clint’s friendship ranked high on her list. Friendship? After their kiss? Who was she kidding? Herself, if she didn’t admit her feelings for this cowboy surpassed friendship. The question was how did Clint feel about her?
#CleanWIP (theme RESTORE) “Put away your weapons! This be a peaceful gathering, not a bloody tavern!” Owain puffed himself up like a rooster, his face red from bellowing. The effect was almost immediate. The two quarreling sheathed their dirks, and order was restored.
Pledge of Allegiance (a poem by Earl Chinnici) … I pledge allegiance to the ONE Who created this land we live upon. We raise a flag and fly it proudly, not as an idol, but to declare loudly: … [continue reading via CleanWIP Magazine] …https://t.co/s1OO7WpOch#poems#poetry
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The #CleanWIP theme for Thursday, July 2 is FREEDOM and it is incidentally our founder’s 9th anniversary of FREEDOM from nicotine addiction. Let’s just make some relevant noise with this article from both WIP and published books because… FREEDOM. ~ https://t.co/Oj6maiYSYB ~ pic.twitter.com/Vu1zqinQJ8
~ 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.
A bit unusual, but the wind had a strong scent of freedom. At first, the people looked at each other, they knew it, but it’d been so long, they’d forgotten. They came together as one and charged. The dam broke as the tide turned to a victorious red white and blue. #CleanWip
Kevin went into his own apartment — a stuccoed box sparsely furnished with a futon, an old throw rug, an ancient and mostly empty fridge, and a rickety TV stand supporting an old TV. It wasn’t much, but it was freedom. #CleanWIP
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) July 2, 2020
#CleanWIP (theme FREEDOM) After three years as mistress of this holding, she had yet to tire of the new scenery, so different from the thick forests of Southmoor. There she had felt trapped; here was freedom in every way, including the wide-open vista before her.
Back at his apartment, he looked at the sagging futon, and the ancient refrigerator, and the single living room window casting dull rays of light on the worn-out floor. Suddenly, none of it looked like freedom anymore. #CleanWIP
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) July 2, 2020
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Emily relived how Roy had climbed high up in the tree and tied a rope to a sturdy branch. She'd gripped the rope, run out, and arced around it, at times skinning her knees on the tree trunk. She didn’t mind. Ahh…the freedom of soaring like a bird .
~ Scott R. Rezer ~ My aspiration is to write about things I care about or that interest me, not to attract readers. I hope that attraction comes about because people like what I write. I’m not interested in getting rich, though a few sales once in a while are nice! I know that sounds strange in an industry centered around getting published as the end result of all your hard work. After so many years trying to do just that, I finally came to realize that writing is the part I enjoy–not the publishing. Publishing is just a means of sharing what I love.
The #CleanWIP theme for Wednesday, July 1 is ASPIRE. In addition to using the hashtag for relevant lines from a WIP, we’d love to also hear of your aspirations as an author (either current or early aspirations). Also… stop by if you get a chance. ~ https://t.co/GvGiJiGJK2 ~ pic.twitter.com/zZJ0VZ8K4N
~ Jessica Marie Holt ~ I aspire to touch readers’ hearts, take them on a fun journey, and, through well-crafted characters, remind them of people they know, and draw them into a story that is new, but feels cozy and familiar.
#CleanWIP (theme: ASPIRE) “Perhaps Val is more suited to being something other than a knight?” Dolan frowned. “I can’t believe that. He’s a prince! Knighthood is a noble aspiration for a royal.” “Even for one who doesn’t aspire to be one?”
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Emily nodded. “Landon is a perfect gentleman from what I’ve seen. He’s as smart as a whip and plans to go to medical school. I believe he has the drive to reach his aspirations.” Clint’s eyes challenged her. “Seriously, Alissia could do a lot worse.”
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: The full moon guided them. Clint urged Bowie across a shallow creek leading to a meadow surrounded by hills. Emily refrained from asking questions. “Close your eyes,” Clint said. “I want to surprise you. I guarantee this will take your breath away.”
CleanWIP Magazine is sneaking a peek inside a recently released historical romance by Scott R. Rezer, The Haberdasher’s Wife… “Josefa, please, go and get some air. Take a walk to clear your mind,” Michelina said. Josefa glanced toward her sleeping mother. Her chest rose with a shallow breath. “I… I don’t want to leave Mother alone. Not now; not with her so close to the end.”
He eyed the #shallow hole. Freshly dug. With all the grass, nearly missed it. It was an odd size. And just large enough for someone to break an ankle on. Scanning the ground in front of him. He spotted an identical hole. He wondered what or who put them in the trail. #CleanWIP
Wiping his eyes on his sleeve, he tried to feel different. He tried to detect anything other than the frightening echoing emptiness inside. What had it been like, four years ago, to know that he wasn’t alone? To feel it, deep down, and know he had purpose? #CleanWIP Deep
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Emily took a deep breath and strained to hear the conversation between the dentist and Mrs. Payne. “I guess you heard about my sham of a wedding,” Clemons croaked. If this was his normal voice, Mrs. Payne was right. He did sound like a sick bullfrog.
#cleanwip SWEETHEARTS NEW – A mix of fear and anger roiled up in her, but she took a deep breath which calmed her enough to be rational again. The crew made a mistake, that’s all. One or the other of us is in the wrong place. #sweetromance#readingcommunity#comingsoon
He came to the curved edge of the dome. He peered into the sea, watching the fish in the deeper part of the reef that bordered his home. Some, like him, were poking around to find food. Others were doing something he could not. They were playing. #CleanWIP (deep) #fantasy
The parrot smelled the coffee and quickly landed at Gimpys’ feet for its morning treat. Gimpy decided to go for a run. Inspired by Nicky, he could still see her elegant stride as she ran on the beach. He stretched to loosen up. The old bird squawked like it was funny. #CleanWip
#CleanWIP (theme INSPIRE) He couldn’t afford to lose control now. What would his father want to know first? “Is the Keep secured?” “Aye, Sire.” Kieran smiled grimly. “The people found their courage. Your father inspired them, even in his final moments.”
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: “Encourage Landon to pursue his dream of becoming a doctor,” Emily said. The separation would be a good test to see if their love is real, or mere infatuation.” “Love?” Clint growled. “What do those kids know about the responsibilities that go with it?
Katherine took a deep breath, proud her voice only quivered once. “Yes. If it prevents a war, I’ll do it.” “Your courage is inspiring,” King Phillip said. “May we all take a part of it with us. Maledonia will be here by morning.”#CleanWIP Theme: Inspire
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#CleanWIP Her younger son Arthur, who was five and a well-mannered boy, pushed past her and stared up at Tristam, still riding on Bennet’s shoulders. He bowed and then forgot everyone except Tristam. “Hello, Tris! Will you play knights with me?”
Today’s #CleanWIP theme and collaborative article is Introduce. [More info]
The #CleanWIP theme for Wednesday, June 24, 2020 is INTRODUCE. In addition to relevant lines from a *clean* WIP, we’re encouraging authors who market their works in this way to use #CleanWIP to introduce themselves or a favorite character to our readers. (Links encouraged.) pic.twitter.com/PBykbhdpbh
@cleanwip Informal introductions: “Later, Doc.” She grimaced back at his scowl. “What? It’s not like I know your name.” He grudgingly said, “Grant.” “Harmony.” “Yes, I heard.” “So you did.” Pivoting, Harmony opened her car door. “Welcome to Cadmia, Grant.” #WIP
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: She didn’t trust him. Clint couldn’t fault her. She was a pretty, young woman and he was a stranger. She must have thought him trustworthy or she wouldn’t have accepted a ride. But, she had also ignored his suggestion that they introduce themselves.
#CleanWIP “Papa, what is that?” The boy pointed to the silver tube. Kieran grimaced, having planned to introduce the concept to Bennet more gently. “Sommat tae help Bennet, me lad. I may have need o’ your Healing gift.”
Can’t forget to #introduce Liam in my #cleanwip posts! “What are you doing here?” That voice grated in her nerves the moment she heard it…her brain reeled so much from finding a shirtless intruder in her suite she found it difficult to figure out why. https://t.co/U6R86QcEAl
“You must act with Shizen—without pretense. The audience must forget you are acting. They must feel the dirt itching at the farmer’s neck and rough woven cloth sticking to his sweating back. You cannot do this if…”
#CleanWIP (theme THORN) Dougal at last reached the opening, screened from casual view by thick thorny brush. He sidled past the offensive plants until he could peer around a cluster of boulders. No pursuit, at least not yet.
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Alissia had false notions about her and Clint. Why did he despise mail-order brides? Curiosity got the best of Emily. “I get the feeling mail-order brides are a thorn in your brother’s flesh. Can you tell me why? Alissia’s eyes dulled. “Ma was one.”
Marissa schooled her features into a look that said she meant business. “Cruises to Alaska are seasonal. The best they could do was transfer our reservations into someone else’s name.” “I don’t understand that. Didn’t you get travel insurance?”#cleanwip#amwriting#sweetromance
#CleanWIP#amWriting ~ After school, I’d usually help out around the shop. Lisa taught me the business side of running an auto repair shop and Dave taught me to get my hands dirty. Once I proved myself, I formally asked for a job.
A loud crackling sound echoed through the kitchen. Inessa Jo paused and listened to the sound for a moment. Her heart rate quickened. Tension seized her spine. As quick as it had started. It stopped. Taking the power with it. The house went dark. #CleanWIP
Gimpy stared at the white sand and the crystal blue waters in the Gulf. He had to hit the water. The sting of saltwater in his eyes gave him pause, and then a wave knocked him down; that got his attention. The ocean made him come alive, and yet, made him feel small. #CleanWip
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Adella gave Emily a sly grin at the slip of his given name. “I suppose Alissia has started back to school. That leaves you and Clint alone, to care for Vera.” Adella’s pause on “alone” was not lost on Emily. The woman’s insinuations infuriated her.
~ a fun excerpt from author Jessica Marie Holt ~ “I have a girlfriend,” Julio blurted out. He groaned internally. So much for letting Olivia off the hook. His mother stood up so fast her chair fell over. Lela came and picked it up. Then she looked at all of them, her eyes glinting with curiosity. “Que pasa aqui?” she said. Julio’s mother translated the news. Lela’s eyes opened wide and round. She clutched one hand to her chest, while the other hovered in the air as though she was casting a spell. Then she closed her eyes and began murmuring thanks and praises to her dear Lord and Savior for allowing her to live to see this blessed day. Then she opened one eye and fixed it on Julio. “Es rubia?” “Si, Lela. She’s blonde. Es rubia.” Lela clutched her chest again and sat down heavily in the chair Julio’s mother had vacated.
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What on earth would have possessed Marissa to think that Cassie should have a fling with Liam Harris? The man repulsed her on every level. Well, not every level. If he didn’t open his mouth, she could enjoy just looking at him.
I just finished reading Joy’s Sorrow by @KatyHuthJones. Beautiful tale showing the real joys and trials of life on the intimate level of family and the broad scale of a nation. Not a happily ever after, but a truly joyful story.https://t.co/vzSnfnBQRo
Oily gunk clung to his jeans and stained his hands. The scent of motor oil took over the space to the point that he could taste it. Piece by piece he helped Nik fix the engine. In silence they worked. Checking over each metal part as they replaced them.#CleanWIP (Theme: Reset)
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Emily laid her mother’s three slightly worn dresses in the trunk. She’d altered them to fit and brought them up to fashion. She was grateful for the treadle sewing machine. If money hadn’t been scarce, she’d have made clothes for both Roy and Louise.
Wrinkling her nose, June took out the final lasagna–a sad, flaccid vegetable concoction Ellie had made that really wasn’t worthy to be carried by June’s pretty floral oven mitts. She sighed and set it on the stove, as well. #CleanWIP
#CleanWIP (theme SET) The flowery language of the hard-to-read script was giving Dolan a headache. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples. “Do ye need to set it aside, Sire? I’d hate for this important document to cause one or both o’ us to expire from boredom.”
#CleanWIP (theme FILL) “You will never be old.” She leaned against his shoulder, and he put his arm around her. “Your heart will ever be young.” “‘Tis because you and our bairns fill my heart to bursting.” He kissed her head.
“So, how much did Julio pay you to go out with him?” Olivia froze, her heart pounding. “Oye, Tio, que te pasa?” said Julio with a pained expression. Raul’s big, booming laugh filled up the room. “I’m sorry, Olivia. I just like to mess with my nephew. He deserves it.” #CleanWIP
Singing mixed with the smell of something savory cooking filled the room. Torian stood from the table, did a quick stretch. The empty hollow in his stomach reminded him that he had not eaten since breakfast. He checked his watch. Ten minutes until six. #CleanWIP
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: “Will you fill this order, Mrs. Payne? I’m on a crutch, and I want to have it read when Mr. McCall returns. And add a sack of flour to Mr. McCall’s account. Mrs. Reilly asked us to pick one up.” “That’s the only way she’ll get it,” Mrs. Payne groused.
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. Each line vibrated with frozen movement. #cleanWIP (move) #vss365
#CleanWIP (theme MOVE) “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
#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. 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: 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.”
Today’s #CleanWIP theme and collaborative article is Lift. [More info]
Lift off! — STS064-S-051 (9 Sept. 1994) — With a crew of six NASA astronauts aboard, the space shuttle Discovery heads for its nineteenth Earth-orbital mission. Launch was delayed because of weather, but all systems were “go,” and the spacecraft left the launch pad at 6:23 p.m. (EDT) on Sept. 9, 1994. Onboard were astronauts Richard N. Richards, L. Blaine Hammond, Carl J. Meade, Mark C. Lee, Susan J. Helms and Jerry M. Linenger. Photo courtesy of NASA
As Gimpy walked in, he moved slowly. Close to camp, he spotted a bird. A parrot, like in the flashy brochure inviting you to the islands, but this old bird didn’t have the perfect colors. It’d never make the cut, but it didn’t matter, it gave his spirit a lift. #SunWip#CleanWip
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Using the crutch, Emily kept up. When they reached the wagon, Clint set the basket in the back and lifted her to the wagon seat. His fingers almost met around her tiny waist. Did she eat enough? Last night, she’d devoured supper like a starving dog.
Ichia #lifted her face and looked into mine. A flicker sparked in her soft sad eyes. “I'll know when you are free of the curse. You'll feel different. When that happens, then I will trust you."#cleanWIP#vss365
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#CleanWIP Patrick pulled out his pocket watch for the third time. The stage was always late. If his bride was half what he’d asked for, she’d be an answer to prayer. He needed a calm, serious woman to keep an orderly house, cook delicious meals, and care for three-year old Abby.
One of his favorite things to do was go out to clubs. Not to pick up women, as everyone assumed. And not to jump up and down like an idiot to weird techno music, like a lot of his friends. To dance. To find that magic again. He had always been unsuccessful–until now. #CleanWIP
Inessa Jo took a deep breath, perhaps it was a sign that the guest apartment was rented out the same day that she quit her job. Perhaps it was Gods way of looking out for her, telling her that she had made the right move with walking away from a well payed position. #CleanWIP
Wind whispered over the new snow, only marred by the star prints of bird tracks ahead and the double lines of my sandal prints behind. It was only a day’s #walk to the silk-maker. I knew the way. That was not the path I followed.#cleanWIP#vss365
Alice's fingers curled around the knife hidden in her pocket as she #walked behind Selena. A group of royal guards passed through the corridor. What was she thinking? She was just one young woman fighting for freedom in the most powerful empire in the world.
#CleanWIP ~ I listened but heard nothing. Spirits completely deflated now, I continued to speak aloud, albeit softly, to no one. “I hate when you walk out and slam the door while I’m talking to you. Maybe someday you’ll realize I’m only trying to help. Maybe someday you’ll…
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: She wouldn’t have answered the ad if there was any other way out of her dilemma. Louise made it clear Emily was to get out after graduation. Since, the nagging had increased. “It’s high time we did somethin’” Louise’s voice blasted through the screen.
Timothy had not thought about William all day, and the realization left him feeling oddly empty. William relied on him, as all characters did, to give him life—but Timothy had been too busy chasing thalers to spare a thought for imaginary orphan children. #CleanWIP Imagine
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Mrs. Payne wagged a finger. “Why Ollie placed an ad, I can't understand. With the money his family has, he could have his pick of any young lady in Abilene. I can’t imagine why any girl wouldn’t want to marry a dentist.” Emily coughed to cover a laugh.
“They’ll love you. You’re exactly what they imagine for me.” “But I’m not what you imagine for yourself.” Julio’s face felt hot. He squirmed in his seat. “Well, not exactly.” She nodded and took another sip of her Sprite. “Don’t worry, you’re not my type either.” #CleanWIP
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) June 8, 2020
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Pot lids banged. Louise was displaying her temper. “I never said that! But there’s got to be a way to get your sister out of here. If she just had a job to pay for her upkeep… Em’ly’s been graduated three months, and what’s she got to show for it?”
Out to sea, Gimpy picked up a dolphin escort, seven of them, and they were wide open and graceful. As he approached the island, he slowed to an idle, and #just took in the beauty of the place. Easing the boat into the cove, he tied up at the dock. He felt at home. #CleanWip
Ichia knelt by the fire, humming, as she embroidered a little silk kimono, #just the right size for a baby. A white crane stood under a pine, near a pool. She had half finished a green turtle. Both symbols of long life. Life that neither of my brothers had had.#cleanWIP#vss365
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I pray about everything: from my weight, to breakouts, to plumbing needs around my flat, my weekly budget, to songs to sing during worship. I even confess when I am jealous or angry or afraid…it’s the only way I know how to live because it’s the only way that has worked for me.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.
Friends, don’t be afraid to talk about happy things, even though the world is crazy and talking about anything else seems irresponsible right now. I don’t mean to minimize what’s going on, but even in the darkness there’s hope. It isn’t healthy to dwell only on what’s wrong.
Whether [the local diner] intended the atmosphere to extend to “vintage odors” was unknown, but a wave of heavy, oniony air pushed its way out the door as Grace let herself in. It was like trying to breathe through a mask made of old onion rings.#amwriting
Her usual bohemian attire was replaced with jeans and a plain black tee. Work gloves sticking out of her back pocket. Marching across the farmyard. The chill in the breeze matched the look on her face. Something was terribly wrong. #CleanWIP
“Thanks.” Their fingers brushed when she accepted the mug, standing the hairs up on the back of her neck, but he didn’t seem to notice. As usual. Taking a cautious sip, she smiled. “#Hotchocolate is perfect on a day like this.”#CleanWIP
Their landlady was a wizened old creature usually only known by her floorboard-rattling good morning, but on occasion she materialized in the flesh to collect rent or conduct a raid on their dinner whenever Mrs. Wright managed something worth dipping into.#CleanWIP Usual
“June asked me to meet her here. She and Ellie have a proposition for me.” “Interesting. That’s not usually how they work. The two of them must have something up their sleeve.” She grinned. “Best of luck to you, Olivia.” Olivia scrunched up her nose. “Thanks?” #CleanWIP
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) June 4, 2020
“Shisei!” Mother’s voice carried through the delicate shoji walls of our home. Her #usual soft voice was sharpened to a pearl-diver’s knife edge.
I dropped my ax against a pile of yet to be cut firewood and ran to the house, crushing early spring ferns.#cleanWIP#vss365
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: JULY release. Thirty minutes later, the dentist still hadn’t arrived. Emily fought panic. He probably had to perform a procedure that took longer than usual. His patient might have become nauseous and vomitted. At least she didn’t have to clean it up.
Today’s #CleanWIP theme and collaborative article is Favorite. [More info]
The featured photo was captured September 30, 2015 by CleanWIP Magazine founder Earl Chinnici. It is a personal favorite.
ATTN: authors who market their works as *clean* The #CleanWIP theme for Wednesday, June 3 is FAVORITE. In addition to lines from a WIP, we’d love to hear about a favorite (character, book, lines…) regarding one of your published works. (Please include a purchase link.) pic.twitter.com/bxsZqAl1sd
An unmasked actor trudged onto the stage, wearing a farmer's kimono and carrying a market basket. Behind him walked in whispering steps a white robed and faced actor. A smile tugged at my mouth. The mid-performance interlude was always my #favorite part. #cleanWIP#vss365
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Emily could kick herself for giving the station master her name and disclosing she was waiting for Dr. Clemons. Mama had warned her about revealing too much to strangers. Her favorite saying was, “The less folks know about your business, the better.”
He stood. Ankles crossed, leaning against the door frame. A concerned look on his face. Blue eyes casting her a questioning glare, demanding an answer to his string of unasked questions she knew were coming. She looked away, not ready to have this conversation with him. #CleanWIP
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: “I didn’t hear a thing, Son.” “I heard a hog snort,” the younger Clemons asserted. “If Stiles has parked his hog wagon in front of our office, I’ll demand he move it.” Emily flattened herself against the wall as footsteps clomped out to the boardwalk.
#CleanWIP theme: #request … That did not stop me from saying “yes” when asked if I’d accompany him to the rodeo to watch his sister’s first public barrel race. Even if I wasn’t checking him out already, the sweetness of his gesture would have been tough to decline. pic.twitter.com/ZK2kScOSVV
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride. “I’ll take a look at your foot," Doc said. "Clint, get her settled in a chair. Then leave.” “As you request, Doc, but, so you know, I’ve already seen her ankles and more.” Emily's cheeks flamed. Doc coughed to hide a chuckle. “Pay him no mind, Miss.”
The funeral would be held at 2:00 the next day, and all the details were complete. They drove home in a steady drizzle. A stream of friends and family came and offered their condolences. Alone in bed, Gimpy couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning in the sickening silence. #CleanWip
#Steady…She braced herself. While she adored her goats, this part she hated. Hoof trimming day. ThunderB stood defiantly. Smiling, she pulled a thick slice of watermelon out of her bucket. Yellow eyes widened. Tail wagged. He came running up to her. Worked every time. #CleanWIP
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Despite the upsetting events, Emily’s heart slowed to a steady rhythm. She’d been harassed by a drunk and detained by the obnoxious Clemons, who was asking questions around town. How much had he learned? Did he know she was his other mail order bride?
“I’ve got this, Gran. We baked our first birthday cake together when I was what, seven? We’ve probably baked a hundred more since. I know I’m still a bit of a hot mess when it comes to whisking. But I’m as good at writing with icing as you are.” #CleanWIP
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) May 31, 2020
Plum blossoms scented the breeze that trailed through the opened paneled walls. Takumi no longer coughed and his hands grew #steady. The longer days were not long enough for him. His orders were curt, his expectations exacting, and his results beautiful. #cleanWIP#vss365
There’s no #CleanWIP theme on Fridays, but we still publish a fun collaboration. Use the hashtag to share relevant news, interesting teases from a WIP or published work (purchase links encouraged on Fridays), or something else our readers might love. [https://t.co/iCuPzhtLNK] pic.twitter.com/sc0yJsDdGm
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Emily didn't know where she would look for work when Mrs. James fully recovered. Nursing was not her cup of tea. She gagged at the sight of blood, and offensive odors made her nauseous. Even the thought of sticking people with needles, made her cringe.
#CleanWIP Party Time! Meet Oscar Ellwood III. This dorky guy is my favorite character in JOURNEY TO FORGIVENESS. He's a nerd and a spoiled mama's boy who assumes he knows everything. Oscar stays in trouble. You'll laugh when he almost faints after getting a splinter in his chin.
Janet had eager eyes, a broad, toothy smile, and a loud, insistent voice that rose above everyone else’s. In her navy sheath dress, string of pearls, and kitten heels, she looked like she was hosting a political fundraiser instead of attending a family birthday party. #CleanWIP
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) May 27, 2020
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: How would Emily feel in his arms gliding across the dance floor? The Coopers’ harvest party was October 4th. Clint could ask her to accompany him to the party. Since Ma got stronger by the day, the big dilemma was keeping Emily at the ranch until then.
The Island wedding party was small; Pele served as Gimpy’s best man, Melinda as Bailey’s maid of honor. Brother Willie was spot on in his white suit performed the ceremony. Suddenly, Danny Boy decided it would participate; the old bird waddled up and stood by Bailey. #CleanWip
Besides, it was just a kiss. They weren’t walking down the aisle or anything… Of course, if any kiss had the potential to be such a sign, it would have been that one. Electric and familiar like the static stillness before a good thunderstorm. #cleanwip#sweetromance#amwriting
Her morning went by in a blur. Lunch was equally uneventful. Torian headed off with Dima to help with some repairs that needed done around the farm, leaving Inessa Jo alone in the house. A relieving bout of peacefulness. Unfortunately it wouldn’t last near long enough. #CleanWIP
She handed Sarah a piping bag. “You can write ‘Happy 70th birthday, Henry’ on the chocolate one. Steady hand, now!”
“I know how to do this, Gran. We baked our first birthday cake together when I was what, seven? We’ve probably baked a hundred more since then.” #CleanWIP
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) May 26, 2020
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: When Clint had settled her at the table, he left to join the doctor in Ma's room. Emily clasped her hands together smiling at Alissia. “I hate to put you to any trouble. If I hadn’t twisted my ankle, I would pour my own lemonade–plus a glass for you.”
“Clara?” There was no light anywhere, and she hadn’t thought to bring one. Surely, if the girls were here, they would answer. “Clara? Alice? It’s Miss Stratton. Please answer if you hear me. I’m all #alone. No one else is with me.” #CleanWIP (a WWI historical romance)
“It will show my parents that I’m capable of being serious with a woman. Hopefully then they’ll stop worrying about me and leave me alone.”
“But it would be a lie,” said June. “You aren’t capable.”
“At least, not right now,” said Ellie hastily. “All in good time.” #CleanWIP
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) May 25, 2020
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Emily brushed debris from her skirt. “Yes, I arrived in town, alone.” The cowboy frowned. “Who met you at the depot?” “No one.” Emily bit back anger. The lousy dentist, her intended, had left her at the depot while he exchanged vows with another woman.
Looking through the ledger. Each name a wounded #soul that crossed their threshold. Black ink drew a bold line through some of the names. The ones who didn’t have a chance to heal. Taking a pen. She added a new name with a prayer that this one survived. #CleanWIP
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Emily seemed to be miles away. Clint nudged her. “What do you think?” She blinked. “I’m sorry. What were you asking?” Just as he’d thought. “We were deciding who were the best singers.” “Mrs. Rollins who sang, It Is Well With My Soul, did a great job.”
There’s no #CleanWIP theme on Fridays, but we still publish a fun collaboration. Use the hashtag to share relevant news, interesting teases from a WIP or published work (purchase links encouraged on Fridays), or something else our readers might love. [https://t.co/iCuPzhtLNK] pic.twitter.com/4C5JrPYygJ
~ Irene Onorato ~ When I read a book, I judge the author’s writing strength by very simple criteria. I’m not terribly concerned about a few typos or a couple of boo-boos with punctuation. Minor formatting errors mean nothing to me. The criteria I’m looking for is this: Can the author make me laugh, cry, get angry, smile, feel nervous, or afraid? Will the story evoke primal emotions in such a way that I feel fully immersed in the lives of the characters? That’s the kind of writer I strive to be. Recently, I was blessed by a reader who wrote a blog about Justice for Hattie Mayfair, the first book I’d written outside my normal romance genre. I hadn’t strayed far, but this story had added elements of suspense. In her blog post, the reader gave me the best compliment I’ve ever received as a writer. Her comment let me know I had hit the mark. That she felt things. Deeply. Here’s a snippet of what she said… “I can tell you I was on my toes most of time. I sat on the edge of my seat, laughed, and shed a few tears. Especially at the end… full ugly cry!” Full ugly cry. I love it.
Despite his resolve. His mind kept drifting to her. Her bravery and humility outshined everyone. Slowly chipping away at a heart he no longer thought he had. It was not her, as she claimed, who was flawed. No, he was the one who was damaged. And that would only hurt her.#CleanWIP
Gimpy kept staring at the list; he thought what an odd and diverse group of people; it is the strength of this den of thieves, and they come together when threatened that would make them hard to defeat. He laughed, but they have one fatal flaw, the love of money. #CleanWip
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Dr. Clemons stood in the doorway with Prudence on his arm. Emily's heart hitched and she stumbled. Clint tightened his grip on her, grinning sheepishly. “Me and my big feet. I'd say my dancing is a bit flawed.” "No, my fault. I stepped on your boot."
The streets were empty. Candles winked behind many thin paper walls. As I passed the last home I tripped and fell to my knees again. This time the struggle to rise was more than my #strength. I crawled off the road and onto a narrow snow trodden path. #cleanWIP#vss365
The little girl started crying wanting to go back home. Inessa Jo’s heart nearly broke at the sweet child’s pleas. Strengthening her resolve as she walked away, forcing back the tears that tried to escape from their hold. #CleanWIP (Theme: Strength)
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Doc wagged his finger. “It'll be a while before you regain your strength. Vera, let’s get something straight. If I permit you to sit up two hours a day, will you promise me you won’t try to take over running the house?” She gave him a blistering look.
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: “I told Ollie your name was Evelyn.” Adella paused. “What’s your last name?” “It’s—” Emily stalled, not correcting the woman in regard to her first name. The bell clanged and Clint walked in. Emily was so relieved she fought the impulse to embrace him.
#CleanWIP (theme REGARD) Is Hamelin witness enough, or shall we call others?” Dolan regarded the somber young man beside him. “I believe he is witness enough.” To his credit, Hamelin pulled himself together, made a courtly bow, and looked each of them directly in the eyes.
Moments later the door squeaked open, and a wash of musty air hit them full in the face. Regarding them from the dimly lit hall was the housekeeper, a wrinkled-up old woman that seemed to share kin with a raisin.#CleanWIP Theme: Regard
I pulled back as mother turned to me. I didn’t need a last blessing, because she wouldn’t die. She sighed and turned to my first younger sister. “Gomako. You brought joy after sorrow. Your quickness to learn is a delight. Be careful who you #imitate.” #cleanWIP#vss365
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: The reverend scanned the crowd. “Fair warning, sister or brother. One seemingly harmless lie can lead to a dozen, to cover the original one. After you tell the first lie, it is difficult to admit you were not completely honest. Pride gets in the way."
“What kind of organization leaves its people defenseless in a war to save the world, General?” “Well, that is a hypothetical and I don’t answer those, but you’re still standing here and I’m trying to determine for what purpose? Next question, you in the Bozo costume.” #CleanWip
“This is Barley, Oats, and Rye.” How original. She thought. “Kittens? Where did you get them?” “Now Jo, I was fixing a flat and heard a noise. Then I saw the box. Looked inside & found these poor homeless creatures. I thought. Jo always need more cats around the farm.”#CleanWIP
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#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: Josh’s countenance sobered. “Clint, you need to forgive your stepfather. Let go of the bitterness. You don’t realize how your anger is hurting those you love.” “Josh, I appreciate your honesty. Now, you go back inside and give me some time to think.”
“If you could create a Mother, where would you start?” “Easy, I’d give her the heart of Lion, the eyes of the Eagle, and the fighting spirit of a Wolverine.” “You’re talking animals.” “My mother is beautiful and strong, don’t you agree?” “Yes, now ask her to let me up.”#vss365
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Niv stood frozen on the spot as he sought to make sense of everything. He’d never even got the chance to speak up before Vancord scuttled any possibility of making a good impression. He stifled a desire to glance back in search of Boaraly.#CleanWIP
— Edwin Downward Author of Science Fiction Adventure (@edwindownward) May 14, 2020
“JoJo.” A childish voice echoed through the house.
“What is it?” she asked as the girl climbed onto the stool next to her.
“Can we make beady things today?”
“Of course, we can.” Inessa Jo said. “Right after breakfast. Alright.” #CleanWIP
Yes, he was a dead man the moment Frank opened his big fat traitorous mouth. He had trusted the wrong person, and he was going to pay for his mistake with his life.
But no one else would. This would end with him. He’d make sure of it. #CleanWIP
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) May 14, 2020
#CleanWIP Half-Price Bride: A pot lid clanged before Louise yelled, “I want Em’ly out of here!” It was time to make her presence known. Emily tucked the money inside her pocket and stepped inside, letting the screen door pop to behind her. Louise whirled around and glared at her.