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Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology (Colorado Springs Fiction Writers Group Anthology, #4) QUOTES

Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology (Colorado Springs Fiction Writers Group Anthology, #4) QUOTES

1 " His eyes, if anything, gleamed even more bright, having found the treasure he sought. "

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2 " Tongue and hand tied. It cut me off, trapped and held me within my own silent dark word tomb. "

― , Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology (Colorado Springs Fiction Writers Group Anthology, #4)

3 " I knew all too well the damage of scarlet ink smeared across page-after-page offering neither encouragement nor any compliments at all. "

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4 " His eyes never blinked or wavered from mine, encompassing me in a controlling field. "

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5 " Determined to enshroud his enchantment over me. "

― , Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology (Colorado Springs Fiction Writers Group Anthology, #4)

6 " I assumed this yoke would encase me as well as any another hobble, only this one bound the mind. "

― , Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology (Colorado Springs Fiction Writers Group Anthology, #4)

7 " Those annihilating strokes slashed across my penned heartfelt words... "

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8 " Every bloody mark had assassinated my writing along the way. "

― , Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology (Colorado Springs Fiction Writers Group Anthology, #4)

9 " The stopwatch threat hung over me. I set the timer with shaky clammy fingers. The silent reckoning with the not-so-silent alarm blast at the end of the merciless countdown commenced. "

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10 " Hardened cement chunks languished on the ground. Gray dust particles spewed into every crevice. The wordless, like the homeless, desired this place as a sheltered haven. "

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11 " Under bright scarlet hair, teachers' favorite pigmentation of ink, the awful cast splashed and dripped down his face, a grisly reminder of mistakes bruising that had bruised. "

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12 " Words combine with ever-widening blood puddles spilled from the suffocating death wounds. "

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