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Character Quotes from On the Fairway by Dellani
Originally posted on Cereal Authors:
“Heath, glad you’re back. Got a special job for you.” “Yeah?” As the new man on the job, he was suspicious. Already, they had pulled several practical jokes at his expense. “They need a delivery of gravel at the club house.” “Why?” “It was supposed to be delivered to them,…
#excerpt #blogtour The Phoenix Cycle, by Bob Collopy @shanannigans81 @BobCollopy
Originally posted on Didi Oviatt:
The Phoenix Cycle: The Best Shall Rise The Phoenix Cycle: The Best Shall Rise Publication Date: June 23, 2017 Published By: The Department of Smoke Genre: Dystopian/ YA/ Sci-Fi New San Francisco is the last city standing on a world ravaged by storms of ash and debris. The city survived…
Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #202 Fragile & Heartbeat
Originally posted on Annette Rochelle Aben:
Head upon a chest Listening for a heartbeat Fragile, love’s echo ©2018 Annette Rochelle Aben https://ronovanwrites.com/2018/05/21/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-202-fragileheartbeat/
Quote Wednesday: One Quote Edition!
Hello my favorite little munchkins. How are you all doing? I am doing well. I am officially done with my community college class. I am so proud of myself. Anyways, this post is going to be short and to the point. Quote: “Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” ― Dr. Seuss
Rosie’s #Bookreview Team #RBRT #memoir Living In Italy by Stef Smulders by @italie_verhalen
Originally posted on Rosie Amber:
Today’s team review is from Alison, she blogs here http://alisonwilliamswriting.wordpress.com/ Alison has been reading Living In Italy by Stef Smulders I have long harboured a dream to move to France, though Brexit may well scupper that. Italy or Portugal are next on the list, even though my own experience of driving…
The Hands Are Almost At Half-Past
Originally posted on newauthoronline:
The hands are almost at half-past. Will the clock last The hour? A sudden shock Can stop The clock At … And what of that? For clocks Are like flies, One dies But the great tick tock Continues on, Though one is gone.
