sunday six

theputterer:

**Post six lines from your current WIP**

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She is barely aware of punching him. One moment, he’s standing over her, green eyes wild with hate and fury, and the next, he’s sprawled on the floor.

All she feels is a pulsing rage. It is such a drastic change from the cynicism and numbness that has held her tightly these past months that she watches everything happen with intense and sudden clarity.

His arm swings limply, and on the way down, he knocks over her glass of wine and moonglow.

She watches the liquid, dark red and yellow, spill off the stained wooden bartop, to drip on the floor.

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still working on the story for @leaiorganas!!! I “finished” the “first chapter” that this passage is from today, and am optimistic about maybe starting to post next weekend?? have to do editing and make sure I know where I am going with it first but feeling confident.