Blog #56 Broken Fate

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Blog 56 Hello Everybody, today we have a piece titled Broken Fate by Mr. Midnight on Writing.com. Paragraph 1 “Virtually no impact. No change.” The operations room was cold and so was her artificial voice.  There’s not much here to explore by way of opening paragraphs. The opening dialogue successfully conveys that something’s happening (which […]

Blog #55 Demons of My Heart

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Blog 55 Hello everybody, today we have a piece from AellaStormwind on Writing.com. Paragraph 1 I remember what it was like to live in a cage. I remember how it felt to be sold, used, beaten, and persecuted. I remember the last vestiges of my humanity fled from me and created the monster that they […]

Blog #54 With My Own Money

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Blog 54 Hello everybody, today we have a piece titled With my Own Money by Thankful Sonali on Writing.com. Paragraph 1 Vishnu’s thin brown hands were trembling so much he could hardly count the coins. He dropped one, and it rolled under the bed. I have no general thoughts on this as an opening paragraph, […]

# Blog 53: A Third for Tea

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Blog 53 Hello everybody, today we have a piece titled A Third for Tea by CrissMiss on Writing.com. Paragraph 1  “Daddy, who is Jesus?” Cindy asked as she got ready for their weekly tea party. As opening paragraphs go there’s not much to discuss here. It inserts the readers directly into the story while indicating […]

Blog #52 Lone Wolf

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Blog 52 Hello everybody, today we have a piece titled Lone Wolf by Robert Edward Baker. Paragraph 1 Marta clenched her fists and tramped across the dusty parking lot toward Fallen Angels Bar. Nobody from out of town would know this shack was a bar since the sign blew away in a storm three years […]

Blog #51: The Great Escape

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Hello everybody, today we have a piece titled The Great Escape Part 1 by Lady H on Writing.com. Paragraph 1 I hesitate, left leg resting over the ledge of my windowsill, the other planted on the carpeted floor of my bedroom. A gentle summer breeze ripples the edge of my short emerald dress, teasing and […]