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Favorite Line Meme
Thanks for the tag @solverne-02! <3
Rules: Go into your latest WIP and reveal your favorite line (it can be dialogue, description, anything) you have written and tag some fellow writers to do the same!
This is from a chapter in my fantasy novel
Liswen wasn’t much of a dancer. She had dance a few times at the festivals held in the cities, but that didn’t provide much experience. Suddenly hyperaware of how close she was to Rurik, she put her focus on not stepping on his toes. Rurik wasn’t that much taller than her, yet she still felt dwarfed by him. Smiling, Rurik spun Lisawen around, those in the crowd who weren’t dancing beginning to clap in time with the music. Heart racing, Lisawen twirled lightly on her toes, her skirt fanning out around her then twisting around her legs with each movement. Even though Lisawen could tell that Rurik was nervous; the slight tremble in his hands proved that much, outwardly he appeared calm, like the still waters of an ocean and Lisawen was the hurricane that threatened to break that tranquility.
Tagging any writer who sees this!
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I did this one for a few of my ocs!
If Asharen Lavellan were a Disney villain, she would be Scar.
If Lisawen were a Disney villain, she would be Jafar.
If Rurik were a Disney Villain, he would also be Scar.
Asharen Lavellan is my Inquisitor, and Lisawen and Rurik are from my fantasy novel!
Thanks for the ask Sol!
Last Line Meme
Tagged by @solverne-02! Here’s a line from my WIP of chapter three of my fantasy novel:
Lisawen hit the hard ground before she woke up. Rubbing her face in her hands, she bit back a frustrated scream. Tomorrow, she told herself, she would start looking for answers.
I don’t know many writers here on tumblr, so if you’re a writer and you see this: tag, you’re it!