Today’s #CleanWIP theme and collaborative article is Quit. [More info]
Photo by Ben Allen
tl; dr: #CleanWIP theme for Thursday, November 21 is QUIT
— CleanWIP Magazine (@cleanwip) November 21, 2019
(Best wishes to everyone joining the #GreatAmericanSmokeout today!)
Long version: We play hashtag games to find authors who prefer the clean end of the spectrum & highlight their teasers for readers who love them. pic.twitter.com/qLf7DoG76e
Margaret honestly didn’t care if her dinner preparations went sideways and they ended up ordering Chinese takeout. Nothing–not Edith inviting herself to dinner, or Mason’s decision to quit school, or her ever-deepening concerns about Ruby could touch the joy she felt. #CleanWIP
— Jessica Marie Holt — Author (@Jessica06311722) November 21, 2019
“We’re losing.” It wasn’t just the fight today and the loss of soldiers to lasers or the slave wagons. They were losing the Slaves’ War. At what point should he call it quits? Would living as slaves be better than dying for freedom? #CleanWIP
— A.E. McKenna (@ae_mckenna) November 21, 2019
May we learn to quit holding others’ sins over them and release their obligation to us in forgiveness. #forgiveness #spiritualgrowth https://t.co/xyWVO66wyW via @SarahGeringer pic.twitter.com/W6w2iXq226
— Sarah Geringer (@SarahGeringer) November 21, 2019
I looked through the arrows. None of them were of quality, though most appeared to be so: a loose feather, a slightly crooked shaft, a tilted metal tip. What else was sabotaged?
— ML Farb (@FarbMl) November 21, 2019
“Quit stalling and pick one,” Gleb bellowed.#cleanWIP (quit)
#CleanWIP (theme QUIT)
— Katy Huth Jones (@KatyHuthJones) November 21, 2019
“Never give up hope. That is more important than any Healing we can do for you.”
She kissed Joy, and they shared a look promising to be strong for one another before Mercy quit the room. Kieran and Tristam followed, Kieran weighed down with heavy thoughts.
I saw the pain in Dad’s eyes, “My life is finished, without your Mother. I’ve lost everything.”
— John Wilde (@WriterJohnWilde) November 21, 2019
I began to cry; Dad held up his hand, “Son now is not a time to cry, be strong.”
The stoic look, on his face, chiseled from stone. There wasn’t an ounce of quit in his body. #CleanWip
#CleanWIP Ma raised a hand. “All right, I’ll follow orders. For now. But, don’t think this means you’ve got the upper hand.”
— Laurean Brooks (@Laurean2) November 21, 2019
Doc groaned. “I pity the man who thinks it. You are one stubborn woman.”
“And you are a naggin’, persistent old coot, who don’t know when to quit talkin’.”
#CleanWIP Surely, the doctor must be wrong. How could this be possible? I was only sixteen.
— Earl Chinnici (@earlshelpdesk) November 21, 2019
I quit my job at the steakhouse to spend more time with Mom and help around the house. She was determined to fight the cancer and the depression that came with the diagnosis…