Best Writing Bound Quotes | Short & Famous Sayings

Source: Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

“The stopwatch threat hung over me. I set the timer with shaky clammy fingers. The silent reckoning with the not-so-silent alarm blast at the end of the merciless countdown commenced.”

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Book:Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

Source: Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

“Hardened cement chunks languished on the ground. Gray dust particles spewed into every crevice. The wordless, like the homeless, desired this place as a sheltered haven.”

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Book:Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

Source: Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

“Words combine with ever-widening blood puddles spilled from the suffocating death wounds.”

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Book:Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

Source: Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

“I knew all too well the damage of scarlet ink smeared across page-after-page offering neither encouragement nor any compliments at all.”

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Book:Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

Source: Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

“His eyes never blinked or wavered from mine, encompassing me in a controlling field.”

Jazz Eyes Jazz Feylynn Feylynn Writer S Block Writing Bound Controlling Field Encompassing Me Never Blinked Wavered

Book:Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

Source: Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

“His eyes, if anything, gleamed even more bright, having found the treasure he sought.”

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Book:Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

Source: Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

“Determined to enshroud his enchantment over me.”

Jazz Determine Enchantment Jazz Feylynn Feylynn Writer S Block Writing Bound Determined To Enshroud Enshroud His Enchantment

Book:Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

Source: Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

“I assumed this yoke would encase me as well as any another hobble, only this one bound the mind.”

Jazz Yoke Jazz Feylynn Feylynn Writer S Block Writing Bound Bound The Mind Hobble I Assumed Would Encase Me

Book:Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

Source: Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

“In mid-stroke of word and paper fusion”

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Author:Jazz Feylynn

“Those annihilating strokes slashed across my penned heartfelt words...”

Jazz Jazz Feylynn Feylynn Writer S Block Writing Bound Across My Penned Annihilating Strokes Heartfelt Word Slashed Across Strokes Slashed

Book:Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

Source: Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

“Every bloody mark had assassinated my writing along the way.”

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Book:Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

Source: Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

“Under bright scarlet hair, teachers' favorite pigmentation of ink, the awful cast splashed and dripped down his face, a grisly reminder of mistakes bruising that had bruised.”

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Book:Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

Source: Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

“The road had detours, stop signs, missed turns, hills and valleys, deep, deep tangled forests, ruts and potholes, icy patches, and spin-outs along the way.”