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Say What Friday
Greetings all....
Welcome to the last Friday of this month. Woo hoo, we've almost made it through the first month of 2019. We rock of course.
How goes the creating of words? Good, bad, non-existent? That's okay. I have something that may jump start the muse.
This week's quote of course. :)
"Live a lie and you will live to reget it." Jimmy Buffett
Do with it what you will. I will reward you with a drabble in a fandom of your choice if you do come up with something.
Please update your numbers once H gives us a counter. Thursday is the last day of the month, so let's end this month with a bang.
Welcome to the last Friday of this month. Woo hoo, we've almost made it through the first month of 2019. We rock of course.
How goes the creating of words? Good, bad, non-existent? That's okay. I have something that may jump start the muse.
This week's quote of course. :)
"Live a lie and you will live to reget it." Jimmy Buffett
Do with it what you will. I will reward you with a drabble in a fandom of your choice if you do come up with something.
Please update your numbers once H gives us a counter. Thursday is the last day of the month, so let's end this month with a bang.
I did a two-fer with this one
Skelter glanced into the maw, fingering the pouch he had sewed into his breast pocket, closet to his heart, feeling the finality of what he carried into the depths of his soul. “To be…or not to be,” he muttered into the dark, the growl of the water swallowing them so there was no echoed return.
Scarecrow had not yet come back. The first elbow and knee pushed into the room, along with outraged, frightened shouts.
To be or not. He had made a pact with death but it was one he had never intended to keep. Maybe he would regret the lie he had lived through that pact. But if Otta lived, it would be a lie well told.
To be or not, the only way out and through, was down.
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