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The Night Crackled ... Everything Had Turned To Static Electricity In The Heat. I Combed My Hair To Watch The Sparks Fly From The Ends.

Your Protagonist Is Your Reader’s Portal Into The Story. The More Observant He Or She Can Be, The More Vivid Will Be The World You’re Creating. They Don’t Have To Be Super-educated, They Just Have To Be Mentally Active. Keep Them Looking, Thinking, Wondering, Remembering.

Oleander Time, She Said. Lovers Who Kill Each Other Now Will Blame It On The Wind.

Although She Was Giddy With Exhaustion, Sleep Was A Lover Who Refused To Be Touched.

Echo, The Death Of A Sound That Had Nowhere To Go But To Come Back.