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Excerpt: A sudden gust of wind swept the park, raising clouds of dust and withered grass. The chains of the swing dangled like a hanged man in the last spasms of agony.
Wind from the West, thought Nadia. She sighed. It truly didn't matter from which direction the winds came. The elements of nature told the same hackneyed story of a moribund world she knew too well. Everything was part of a movie she had already seen. A movie projected around her in black and grey by the rays of a dying sun, struggling to penetrate the festering duvet of dark clouds above her head.
Excerpt: Sir Tomlin’s troupe had been on the creature’s trail for over a week now. They caught glimpses of a worm-like form through the trees yet no clear view.
In the villages along their way, the latest Wellington, a tiny farming hamlet on the edge of the forest, they got varied descriptions. It was a creature that rests unseen in the shadows. Only the glint of fangs betrayed its presence. A trail of slime followed it, burning the soles of boots. At the sound of church bells, it’d howl a deathly note sending shivers up the minister’s spine.
Excerpt: Ricky's pensive mood shifted to the more insolent times of when he and his family had often been the target of public derision, maligned as rural riffraff living in a four-room shanty in far-eastern Quebec. In his freshman year at the Academe, whether out of jealousy or juvenile banality, a clique of preppy schoolmates had resorted to snubbing him as 'the half-breed from Chaleur Bay.' Yet despite such personal affronts, pride of his family prevailed, bound by an unwavering sense of self-esteem that was beyond the reach of callous tongues.
Excerpt: "Ah ha! At last I've found you!" cried Billup the Jester, jabbing his yellow and red striped staff at the dragon, making the bells jingle.
The dragon gazed down from the cushioned height. "I wasn't hiding from you," he said to the black haired, mournful eyed jester. The dragon's voice was like water hissing over hot stones.
"Really? Said Billup. "Then why did you sneak down here on tippy-claws and dive into the king's personal cushion bank?"
"I am the official dragon. I go wherever I choose. If you don't like it, talk to the flame," and he flared his gigantic dragon nostrils in mock threat. Feeling around with his front claws, he searched among the pile of cushions until he felt something smooth and faceted. Triumphantly he withdrew a glittering green jewel and held it as high as his short forearms allowed.
Excerpt: Most people discounted her, but coming from Holly, the insult stung. Shanna never let anyone through the brick wall in her mind, but Holly had loosened the mortar, and emotions poured out, with a bit of sarcasm. "You should, at the very least, answer my question. Did you read tea leaves, or consult the moon before discussing this with me?"
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Excerpt: Johnathan’s eyes are on fire. If he could move his arms, he’d certainly reach up to pull out the metal prongs holding his eyelids open.
His screams for help are producing only muffled gurgles. The tube in his throat, which drapes gently over his chin, is preventing proper sound. The amount of tape holding the tube in place seals his lips shut. He tried biting at it, but it won’t break. Something is putting pressure on his forehead, preventing him from turning his head. Working the tube loose is not an option.
He stares, fixed in place. Everything is white. His nose is cold. He can't feel his legs. He has an excruciating headache behind his right eye.
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Last month's "Action/Adventure Newsletter (August 1, 2018)" question: Do you use duality in your writing?
Warped Sanity  responded: Great newsletter! Yes, I try to use duality. Showing the yin/yang of a character, as you put it, can make them more dimensional. Also, the twist ending can make the story less predictable, hence more interesting to the reader. The trick is to add hints throughout without giving it away so that it reads cohesively. Although, providing hints, without being too obvious, can be a challenge, or at least it is a challenge for me.
Monty  replied: Yes in a manner I do since I write only poetry you have to look for it.
Quick-Quill  reveals: I do tend to write like I’m viewing a movie. I start with an intro to hook the reader not with a prologue but with that teaser. Inside the fridge. A great idea. My new work starts with a woman watching a news account and recognizes the missing man. Then he shows up at her house asking for help.
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