let's send this one around again (via el_staplador)

[alexseanchai]

When you see this, share 3 random lines from 3 WIPs.

Saturday morning at nine-forty-five found Tara sitting at a two-person table in Brewniverse, mug of ambition in one hand and cinnamon bun in the other.

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Grandmother Mairwen told me the tale of Cadair Idris, the mountain called the Giant's Chair. To put it in a nutshell: aspiring poets climbed the mountain and spent a night under the stars. Some woke mad. Some woke poets. (Grandmother seemed to think there's a difference.) Some never woke at all.

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Sistrums jangled, cymbals chimed, castanets clacked, dancers stamped. Meritamun, princess of Kemet, poured a measure of beer for the goddess Hathor and another for herself. Hathor must surely be drunk by now.

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[shipwreck_light]

THAT FIRST ONE.

Please tell me when you post it. I am so in love with that line I don't even words.

[alexseanchai]

Eeee!

(follow ardenford, that's where it will be posted)

[el_staplador]

Some woke mad. Some woke poets. (Grandmother seemed to think there's a difference.)

Hee!

[alexseanchai]

\o/