Thursday throw out!!

Welcome, welcome!

Here it is Thursday again! How exciting! Not really, but got to make the best of things.

I recently read an article about writing the ending of a book first, and working from there. I decided to try that theory out  we will see how that goes! I have been working hard on my edits at home and trying desperately to at least get it to beta by the end of the month..Happy birthday to me! But when I can absolutely not change the tense of another word, I go back to writing mode, and this is a little of what I have for you today!!! Enjoy!!!!

MUSE VOL. 2


Jesson stands atop a the rise in the shale that surrounds the base of the mountain. His arms are spread wide and face lifts to the heavens. His eyes are fierce with a yellow blaze, as if the sun itself lies behind them. I gasp as the sight of him renders me speechless. He is adorned with golden armor, decorated intricately with the symbols of Olympus.  He holds a Greek shield with the symbol of Apollo etched into its surface, along with a long sword that was gilded and encrusted with jewels. My breath hitches in my throat at the sheer majesty of his appearance. Constricting painfully, my heart reminds me that he is standing on the opposing side of the battle lines.

“My son.” Apollo whispers as the rest of our troop reaches the clearing behind me. I grasp the talisman  my mother gifted to me and close my eyes. I see nothing but Jesson’s face smiling down on me the first night we visited his home on lake Lillian. Tears sting the back of my eye lids as I steel my resolve. Huffing out a cleansing breath I open them once more to the scene playing out in front of me.

I know what I have to do.
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Well there you have it..FEEDBACK PEOPLE PLEASE!!!
Until next week!!

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