- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Anna Lund | @AnnaLund2011
- Anne Chowdhury | @TwiAddictAnne
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Cate Derham | @Cate_Derham
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Charley Emma | @lindorfan
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Mary Decker | @mishmhem
Anne Chowdhury | @TwiAddictAnne
Hennessee says: Her love thread reminded me of the type of love so many yearn for and never get. Love can be deep and profound, soulful even. It's magic when the perfect souls find each other.
David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
Hennessee says: I loved how this thread was mostly dialogue and how it pulled me in. The characters didn't explain in detail, of course not, they knew, but I didn't. That is the power of dialogue and how it can propel a story forward.
Mary Decker | @mishmhem
Hennessee says: I'm still scratching my head, wondering why in the world the world Captain America was holding a bra. I find that humor catches my attention the most, because I love to smile and laugh. In this instance, the humor is used in a way to make the reader wonder about what had been going on before hand. I can still picture Captain America with a shield in one hand and a bra in the other.
Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
Hennessee says: His story expressed so much in such a few short sentences. I was immediately sucked in. I wanted to know more about where the character were and the circumstances. Overall, I was intrigued by how much was conveyed and how curious it caused me to be. I believe setting up a story in the middle of action really grabs readers and makes them want to read more. The power of setting is in the way it is delivered to the reader. We must strive to create interest and intrigue in a short amount of time or risk losing their attention.
Skip can hear the occasional deadly sounding growl from the tracking dogs. Each time, they seem closer than before.
As they claw their way up the Mountain, his mind rushes back to the day he had first met her.
Hungry and rebellious, he found himself on the outskirts of Old Caledonia. It had been a bust. No jobs for the likes of him. The Government had clamped down of feeding the poor.
“Let them work or starve,” was the new hard-ass social welfare policy.
Locust had been standing in the back of a Government transport truck taking the Unwarranted, itinerants and others of limited social value, to an Integrity Centre for disposition.
Her travelling companions were all sad entities, heads bowed, the juice sucked out of them.
Locust was standing tall, larger than life, short black hair ruffling in the wind, smoking a huge cigar and looking like she was the conqueror.
He was drawn into her orbit in a flash. He knew instantly she was the one.
He ran out from the shadows, say, “Hey, Cigar, jump for your life.”
She didn’t hesitate for a moment. “I don’t know who you are, but here I come.”
She then hurdled over the side of the truck and, in a puff of smoke, they were on the run.
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