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Working on a new short that won't leave me alone. Should be done tomorrow, and then Sunday (gulp!) I record it for Great Hites. I'm scared. You all should be too.
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Ending Count: 1040
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Starting line:
It was the absence of sound that woke her.
Ending line:
Thunder rumbled, off in the distance, low and deep.
Darling:
She stood and stretched slowly, feeling her body ache in response. Last weekend, Joe had been in one of his moods, angry at the world, and her skin had been the canvas upon which he painted his revenge. For the last time, although neither of them had known it at the time. Brianna wouldn't miss the beatings, but she would miss his guilt; he was always so tender afterwards, caring for her, easing the pain. She would miss his kisses. For a while, anyways, until she found someone else.
There was always someone else.
Starting Count: 0
Ending Count: 1040
Words Added: 1040
Starting line:
It was the absence of sound that woke her.
Ending line:
Thunder rumbled, off in the distance, low and deep.
Darling:
She stood and stretched slowly, feeling her body ache in response. Last weekend, Joe had been in one of his moods, angry at the world, and her skin had been the canvas upon which he painted his revenge. For the last time, although neither of them had known it at the time. Brianna wouldn't miss the beatings, but she would miss his guilt; he was always so tender afterwards, caring for her, easing the pain. She would miss his kisses. For a while, anyways, until she found someone else.
There was always someone else.
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