#1lineWed Favorites: July 20

Happy Wednesday lovely people!

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I found this photo recently and thought it was really funny, so I figured I’d show you all in case you were having a rough day. Or if you just like funny things. 😉

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Okay! Now that we’ve been welcomed by bears and have laughed at the plight of this woman and her chair, we can get to the point of this post!

Also, there’s a slight problem with the layout of this post. I have no idea what happened because I do the same thing I normally do, but if it’s hard to read/see, I apologize profusely. I’ll try to find the problem, but if you know what I’m talking about and how I can fix it, please comment below.

If you didn’t already know, I need to take this time to educate you on the essentials of #1lineWed. It’s actually a hashtag on Twitter where writers from all different stages of their writing come together every week and post a line (or multiple) based on the theme. The theme is usually posted within a week’s time by Kiss of Death on Twitter but I normally retweet it so if you can’t find it, look on either of our feeds.

Now, take a seat ’cause we’re about to get this show on the road! 🙂

 

 

 

I posted some lines that I’d like to share with you now (if you don’t mind. If you do, just skip to the good parts. 😉 )

“What’re they saying?” “The zombies? Oh, that thing is ablaze so they’re telling everyone they’re tired of things catching on fire”

Her hair was bright red, not far off from the color of the fire she was now dying in. Would I miss her? Definitely not.

The captain of the ship gave one final smirk before vanishing in a cloud of smoke and leaving her vessel to die in the burning sea

Water filled my mouth, ears, and nose as I sunk deeper. Deeper. My lungs were on fire but I was content as long as he died too.

The fire rushing around us was like the band playing on the Titanic. A final lullaby that was oddly calming.

And for the moment you’ve all been waiting for… the tweets from you guys! As always, you’re all extremely awesome! Thank you for contributing your lines for the enjoyment of others. 🙂

Spaced along the length of the star pool were iron pillars crowned with bowls of fire.

“I have a headache,” he said, “and my neck feels like molten lava.”

She looked closely at the giant stylized bird, all the colors of fire on a black background, and dropped her head in despair.

Each rib shone in the bathroom light in perfect detail, like instead of protecting his organs they were trying to escape his body.

Embrace the witch that you are. Marshall your power.That’s what is most important. Dont let these ignorant bigots dampen your fire

The catgirl tensed. “The fire’s too hot. I think something’s…” The acrid smell of burning fur drew all eyes to Nyla’s tail.

Fae had no idea how to explain the fire that had escaped from the tips of her fingers. The others retreated.

The air where the laughter was richest began to flicker like the dying flame of a candle.

Many homes were either abandoned or set on fire when all of its occupants succumbed to the virus, their bodies burned with it.  

His confused disappointment is like helium in my lungs, fueling the fire of my guilt. I roll it into anger, glowering.

Fire was hot. That’s a major revelation, I know, but right now it was the only thing I could think. Fire was hot as hell.

She looks at me like I’ve asked her if it’s a good idea to set the dorms on fire.

“Chester walked towards the fire, where the group lifted their faces to his–what were the mangled renderings of faces, anyway.”

Souls cavorted among the embers while steaming screams hissed from the log; a flame popped into life. I wished she was still here.

“You don’t have to set yourself on fire to get my attention, you know.” She smiled, and laced her fingers in mine.

Her spine bristled, and rage pumped through her veins like a blown fire hydrant. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

“You just set the board on fire!” “That’s right. I call it ‘extreme chess’. It’s your move.”

“Your anger management counsellor?” “Dead,” said Kazamir, without looking up. Thomas frowned. “I’ better put ‘fired.'”

“That’s what my father likes – your fire.” “I don’t care what he likes.” “You should. It’s the reason he’ll let you stay.”

His chant flew across the miles with the embers, sending his message on the wind… “Come to me,” he chanted.

The bonfire over which the Lost Boys had roasted their hunting kills was now a funeral pyre.


And that’s all, my loves! I always have so much fun finding lines, posting, and interacting with all of you and I hope you’ll be back next week for some more!

Also, I know a lot of you are new here, so if you don’t know me, my name is Jasmine! I write, read, blog, and make YouTube videos. That’s pretty much my life. 😉 It’d be really great if you followed my blog because then you can be notified when I put out another post!

I post reviews on Mondays, tags on Tuesdays, my favorite #1lineWed tweets on Wednesdays, sometimes excerpts or short stories on Thursdays, Chapters from Face All the Pain on Fridays, and Random Ramblings on Sundays. I’ll see you all later but until then, keep writing, loves.:)

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People mentioned and where you can find them: There’s too many people to name, but if you click their names in the tweets above, it’ll take you to their Twitter profile.

 

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One thought on “#1lineWed Favorites: July 20

  1. Pingback: Chapter 2: ‘Fading in the distance’ | Face All the Pain – Écrits du coeur

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