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I present to you Eight Sentence Sunday, a blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. I just finished participating in National Novel Writing Month, so you'll be seeing parts from that for the next couple of weeks/month as I expand and edit. "Alright Molly, I know you've been waiting for this day for a long time." She was looking at her mothers face, surrounded by long curly blonde hair, as she bounced a new child on her hip. Was that number five, or six? "We brought in a special doctor from the city who says he can help you walk again." "I told you I can walk whenever I want, I just need to practice." "He has experience with this kind of thing. Your muscles need to be strengthened slowly." "Yes I know, I've been trying to tell you to let me out of bed for weeks. I feel too weak and I know that I need to get over it."
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I present to you Eight Sentence Sunday, a blog hop hosted by Weekend Writing Warriors. I just finished participating in National Novel Writing Month, so you'll be seeing parts from that for the next couple of weeks/month as I expand and edit. It had been months and they still wouldn't let her out of bed. She'd made a miraculous recovery, why didn't they let her take the next step? She needed to be able to take care of herself, no one else would. The only entertainment she had was the Evercloud. It sat there, gleaming in the shine of the sun. Sometimes, on the brightest of days, she sometimes thought that she saw the outline of buildings. In the rainiest of days that cloud always seemed less gray, instead having rain bounce off the outline of... something. She wished that she could see better. That she could go up there into the clouds and look firsthand at what made the weather act so weird. |
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