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Weekend Writing Warriors! 01/19/14

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Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors! Sign up on the linky list below and share 8 sentences of your writing, published or unpublished, to go live between 12:00 noon on Saturday 01/18/14 and 9:00 AM on Sunday 01/19/14. Visit other participants on the list and read, critique, and comment on their 8 sentence posts. Spread the word. Twitter hashtag #8sunday.


Excerpt from Chapter 1. Prologue 





Debbie was wearing a sheer orange dress that accented her olive skin impeccably. The plunging V of her neck line barely constrained her overflowing breasts. I wanted to dive into that cleavage. The way the fabric flowed and simultaneously clung about her body was a sight to behold. As she poured into the room and handed me one of the cocktails I didn't care what was in it. I wanted to be in her. I noted that she had closed the suite door and locked it so I was already plotting, but mindful because we were colleagues.

“Show me what you did.” she asked. So I lined up the pix and track, hit the right button, and the rough cut played.


 Debbie Do

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  1. Intriguing snippet. Your description of her is very visual. And I really like your artwork! Do you do the art yourself?

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  2. Thank you. The digital doodles are all mine. They help me exercise my imagination visually as my writings help me exercise my words. Or maybe that is exorcise?

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  3. Innnnteresting set up. ;)

    I like the cover art, too!

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