His heart pounded in his chest and his ears rang. He was in hell. He was sure of it. This moment; with this feeling of sickness, and pure hatred for what he felt, was hell. Welcome to hell.
No vomit came from his stomach. No vomit came from his throat and no vomit came from his mouth. His mid-section wretched up and down looking like an October cat in a filthy dance.
-This is an excerpt from my book. To learn more please visit:
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Not bad. 🙂 Keep writing!
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Thank you. View the link- you’ll see that I certainly did write more. Thanks for the comment!
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Wow, wonderful imagery there!
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I had forgotten that line, but now I remember the description in that scene. Difficult, but great stuff.
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I’m just hugely thankful you took the time to read it!
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Great phrase like an October cat in a filthy dance,makes me want to read more,which I will do,
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Thank you Sheldon. I appreciate the positive impact of your comment. If you happen to read the full story please let me know.
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I could clearly see how your cousin Adam would have been so spell bound by your book.
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