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Does it have to be just one sentence? Or can it be a short passage? Cause right now the one that's currently my favorite is 3 sentences.

k- see edited guidelines in the post.

Yeah, I have several setups and the rimshot answer that, taken together, is a darn good exchange. A single sentence? Not so much.

See above.

Okay, here's mine:

Matted brown hair, dirt-streaked and haggard face, a scraggly beard — they all belonged to a stranger. But those eyes … those warm green eyes. She knew them well.

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Ah, maybe context is everything.

“He say you witch.”
Katya’s gaze snapped to the woman’s face. “How does he know?”
“He smell it on you.”
Katya sniffed and wished she could have taken a bath somewhere along the journey.

Nah, I get it!

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Yours was a very close second!

Ooh, I'll play! I want to read Sucks To Be Me something fierce.
From my temporarily shelved novel:

I look down and when I look up again, Sean’s expression shifts, like he has x-ray vision and can see through my clenched fist, can see the grades, can see through my skull and into my mind that is crunching the numbers in a futile attempt to recalculate the unexpected, can see into my heart and knows that it’s beating just a fraction of a hair faster when he looks at me the way he’s looking. Like he can see into my soul.

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Oooo, first person, present tense. Can't wait to see how it turns out.

Here from AW, and I'll play.

From the first chapter of Blood Bound:

"Charles Richards, what on God's green earth do you think you are doing? Vampire or no, you do not fight with your brother! And Adam! I do not care how or why you are fighting: in this house we do not shoot family members!"

I'd like to read that book. Sounds like tons of fun with blood!

Thanks! It was either that scene or the bit where Charlie dresses up for Halloween as "Count Sexula".

But I like Grams's line better. :)

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Saw this on QT. Here's something from my current WiP:

Jared snorted. Showering? Did the girl know they were going into the mountains? The very dirty mountains, where she would be traipsing through trees and leaves and mud, fighting for her life? And she was *showering?*

“I will never understand girls,” he complained to Jon, who laughed.

“Me neither. And we can hear that one’s thoughts. Still doesn’t make it a
any easier.”

“I’m glad I’m not the only one who thinks so,” Jared said irritably, settling back onto the couch.

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from my new mystery novel. :)

I rolled over and my face was wet. The smell churned my stomach and I threw up. Again. I was lying in vomit. Mine. It reeked of beer and whiskey. And urine soaked through my pajamas. "Aw damn."

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Here's mine. I just wrote it last night and for now, am in love with it, since description is (one of my) weak area(s).

“Calm down, class. Girls! Please!” Mrs. Caldwell rushed down the aisle, her bat-wing arms flapping urgently and her canary yellow suit jacket bunched about her waist, the buttons winking like they knew how embarrassed she’d be when they popped off.

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Excellent description!