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Weekly Writing Prompt!

Writing Prompt

Hey all! Here we are, jumping back into an attempted proper blogging schedule. With that comes writing prompts, delivered to you fresh off of the… wherever I find them. In this case, it’s a huge list that my husband found for me! Without any delay, here is our writing prompt for the week!

I have seen this prompt a few times, and I really do love it! I would love to see your reply as well! I’ll try to have mine up some time over the weekend! If you end up doing the prompt, just link back to my blog! When I post my response, I’ll feature yours as well! Let’s all get creative, guys!

Until then, keep reading and writing!

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Weekly Writing Prompt

Writing Prompt

Hey, everyone! It’s been a while since I’ve done this, but it’s good to be getting back into the groove of things! I am changing the day that I post my writing prompt to Monday, because it just flows better. I’ll be experimenting with my schedule on and off for January to figure out exactly how I want to settle into it! Anyway, I won’t waste a ton of time chit chatting, let’s get straight into the prompt, shall we?

You’re writing one day, when suddenly you find yourself pulled into your own story. What happens?

I thought this would be pretty fun – it’s also a way to talk about what you’re currently writing without having to spoil too much of the plot! I thought that it would be an interesting prompt to start the new year out with, if for no other reason than to get you interested in your current writing project again.

I will be posting my response on Saturday! On Sunday, I will do a second blog to link all of the responses that people do, so that we can make sure to share the fun around! If you end up doing this writing prompt, just make sure to link back to me so that I know, that way I can get you linked up and shared out properly on my blog! If you’re doing it on something other than wordpress, just comment a link to it on this blog, and I’ll make sure to still link back and share, regardless of the venue!

I’m really glad to be back to blogging properly, and I have to say that I have missed you guys, especially getting to see your responses to my writing prompts! I can’t wait to see what you all come up with!

 

Until next time, you guys! Keep reading and writing, and keep being amazing!
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Weekly Writing Prompt Response: 7/24-7/30 (2016)

Writing Prompt Response

So, now that I’ve won NaNo, my blog should get pretty back into order. So, expect things to fall back into line! For now, I’m going to stick to schedule and get to this week’s writing prompt! I actually had to think about this one all weekend, and I’m going to warn you in advance that it talks about a few sensitive topics – death, suicide, not necessarily depression, but hopelessness. I hate to spoil the twist in my writing, but I’m more concerned with trigger warnings for my readers. So, there they are! If you’re still willing to read, the prompt is as follows:

Four hours. It’s been four hours since I jumped out of that plane. The Earth hasn’t come any closer.

So, if you’re ready! Here is my response!


Falling Into Limbo

Four hours. It’s been four hours since I jumped out of that plane. The Earth hasn’t come any closer. In fact, nothing has come closer – there’s been nothing but the endless whipping and scream of the air past my ears, chilled and cool to the touch – nothing but the icy sensation as it snaps across my skin and leaves me feeling just a bit breathless.

The first few moments had been a rush – a release in the knowledge that soon, everything was going to be over. I’d come on this trip with one goal in mind, one focus that had led me past my fears. I’d always been afraid of heights, so it seemed almost appropriate that this was how it would end.

I was also smart enough to know how refuse to pull my parachute. Licensed sky diving instructors might have frowned upon it – so, I made sure to go through some shady channels. With enough money, it wasn’t hard to convince someone to take you up in a plane and let you jump by yourself.

I didn’t know how hard it would be to take off my parachute, and I didn’t want to bring anyone else down with me in the process – I was simply going to make a decision to not pull the release cord. After all, the ground would be there in a few minutes, and then there would be nothing…

And then I would finally be able to rest.

It wasn’t that my life was terrible – I had a job, I had a place to live. I was just tired. Tired of the state of the world and the people in it. Tired of the fact that everyone seemed more inclined to resort to cruelty than to try a peaceful solution. I was tired of waking up every day and knowing that nothing had changed, and nothing that I could do would change anything.

I couldn’t change the world, and I couldn’t change me enough to thrive and exist in it… so I was going to change the one thing that I could – I was going to change the fact that I was in the world at all.

So, I’d jumped out of the plane with my stomach twisting in knots, not over the fact that I was going to kill myself, but that I was facing my fear of heights… and I’d never pulled the cord to my parachute…

For a moment, it seemed like the ground was coming closer – I could see it approaching, I could feel the whip of air around my face… and then I hit a low bank of clouds… and I’d never gotten out of them. The wind continued to whip – my stomach continued to flip in anxiety at the fact that I’d jumped out of a plane, and I could feel my downward momentum making my insides flutter.

But nothing happened.

I felt like a cliche when I turned my watch up – I’d jumped at exactly noon. It was twelve thirty… and I was still in the clouds. I’d wondered then if my watch was malfunctioning – or, if I’d fainted when I’d jumped out of the plane after all.

But I didn’t feel like I’d fainted, and the passage of time was obvious – spinning in the clouds, whipping around in the air… I could feel it as minutes trickled by and turned into hours.

At some point, I’d screamed for help – I’d shouted, wondering if this was some sick trick that was being played on me… but there was no point on the earth that they could have dropped me from that would have had me falling for so long. My screams were answered by no one – my shouts falling instead to the whipping, screaming wind around me.

Four hours had passed, and my hand came to the cord on my parachute – I frowned. Whatever was happening, it wasn’t natural – whatever was happening, it was like a dream. Maybe that was what it was? I was simply dreaming about what I was about to do, my body trying to talk me out of it. I knew, in dreams, the best thing to do was to jolt yourself out of it.

I yanked on the cord, intent on ending this nonsense…

And nothing happened.

I yanked again, and nothing.

I yanked one more time, and the cord snapped off. My hands scrambled to the backpack strapped to my shoulders, but it wasn’t there anymore.

I was still falling, and only after I’d tried to save my only life did I finally fall through the clouds.

Beneath me wasn’t the Earth – it was fire, and liquid, and cold, and icy mountains all at once. I could hear screaming – I could see all of it laid out before me. A thousand different people, trying to kill themselves in a thousand different ways. Some with rope, with guns, with knives or water. Some with pills – and they all seemed to be trapped in the most terrifying moment of that experience.

My eyes widened, and my heart thundered for the first time. Real fear shot through me – this wasn’t a dream. It hit me hard, and it stole the air from my lungs that would have been used to scream again.

This wasn’t a dream, and I wasn’t alive. But I wasn’t dead, either. I was here – stuck in this limbo… falling forever, experiencing my choice forever…

And I didn’t know if there was ever a way that I was going to get out.


So, there it is! My response to the prompt! I hope that you guys enjoyed it, and I am really, really interested in seeing what your response was. I know that there are a million ways that this particular sentence could have been taken. I took it to a darker place, but that doesn’t meant that you would. Let me see your responses! Link me up, and I’ll make sure to link back to you below so that we can share blogs and followers!

I’m really excited to see what you did!

Prompt Responses:

Kayla Dore

Prowling Thunder

I can’t wait to see what you guys come up with! Just remember to keep reading and writing, and keep being awesome!

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Weekly Writing Prompt Response: 7/17-7/23 (2016)

Writing Prompt Response

Okay! I’m glad that I’m actually a little more together today, as far as getting things posted. I’m going to get this up, and then do a little more writing for my NaNo before updating you on my progress for Camp! I’m really pleased with the turnout for people responding to this prompt this week, and I really implore you to check out the links to their responses at the end of the blog. As far as I was concerned, I took a little more of a lighthearted approach to it.

This weeks writing prompt went as follows:

Your Guardian Angel appears before you- the thing is, this is not what you were expecting.

Without any delay, here is my response!


Unexpected Flight

I still didn’t believe a word that was coming out of his mouth – maybe it was because he looked nothing like an angel. After all, angels were supposed to be models of chastity, and purity. He was standing in front of me, dressed in soft leather pants and nothing else… and his dark frame was well muscled. The leather jacket that he’d been wearing was slung across the banister of my apartment building, completing the scene. He looked like a goddamn pants model, leaning there against the wall… and his green eyes that stood out in contrast to his dark hair and lashes were penetrating me with their smokey hues.

No, he didn’t look like an angel at all – in fact, I would have been more convinced that he was a devil, if he’d approached me that way.

“Did you hear me, Michael?” His voice was melodious, like string instruments plucking verbiage out of thin air. “We need to get out of here. They’re going to come for you.”

My mouth worked for a moment, words failing me. I was usually such an eloquent individual with my ability to enunciate myself, but somehow I was floundering over my own words while standing in his presence.

It didn’t help that he leaned forward as he spoke, his arms crossing over his chest and only giving me a clear view of how well defined his muscles were.

“I, uh…”

“Need to get moving, or me showing myself to you is going to be moot point.” He rolled those jade orbs heavenward, as though asking God for the patience to deal with with me, and then stepped forward. “Listen, you can be in awe over my grandeur later-”

“Aren’t angels supposed to be modest?”

“Aren’t humans supposed to have some sense of self-preservation?”

Touche.

I finally started to move, though it probably had something to do with his strong fingers encircling my wrist. He was pulling my six foot frame along as though I weighed nothing. “Maybe my self-preservation is a bit off kilter due to the fact that a man appeared before me in a flash of light and told me demons were trying to kill me?” I finally managed a full sentence, and I was proud of it.

“Maybe I’m too honest with myself to pretend that I’m not made in the image of heaven. Of course I’m good looking.” He pulled me further out of the apartment complex, dragging me down an alley and looking around surreptitiously for a moment, as though some grand secret were about to be revealed, and he wasn’t happy about it. When he was sure that he was alone, he released my wrist… and then he smiled at me.

I felt like I’d had the full power of the sun turned against me in that moment, and I could do nothing but stare in awe as he stretched, languid, and then let his arms come out to his side.

There was a burst of sound, the sensation of wind… and then wings spilled from his back in an elegant motion that left me stunned and startled. They weren’t just white feathers – they were opalescent. They were the most beautiful things that I’d ever seen (aside from him), and he didn’t even give me a chance to properly gawk.

“Stop staring and come here.”

“I… what?” I frowned, pushing strands of brown hair out of my eyes where the wind of his wings had blown it.

“God, Michael, I thought we were past your stutters. I’ve been watching you for twenty years, and you’ve been nothing if not grandiose in your ability to speak. Don’t stop on my account.” He stepped forward without giving me a chance to process if he’d just insulted or complimented me, and his arms came tight around me.

I had a moment to think that being clasped against his bare chest was one of the best feelings that I’d ever had, and then there was a gust of air and a flex of strength…

And then we were flying.


So, there we go! I actually really enjoyed that, and… knowing me, it’s going to end up being some type of a novel, because I can’t seem to help myself! Now, for the real goodies! Check out the people below who also did this prompt!

Responses: 

ProwlingThunder

PhilCharles

Jasmina Offer


So! Make sure to go and check those out! I love seeing how so many different responses can come from the same writing prompt! I’ll be posting up a fresh prompt tomorrow, and I really hope that you all respond! I love being able to feature you on my blog! Until then, guys!

Keep reading and writing, and keep being awesome!

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Weekly Writing Prompt: 7/10-7/16 (2016)

Writing Prompt

So, I figured it was time to go back to a nice sentence prompt. Does that mean that I’m going to pick one that’s extremely easy? … ….. nah. I still love the challenging prompts, and the prompts that make us think, the prompts that make us truly delve inside of ourselves to access our best writing ability! So, onward for the prompt!


One day as you were cleaning you noticed air being sucked towards the base of wall near the cupboard. Perplexed you went closer to investigate. The air was going in, slightly yet in. You hold your breath and gingerly peel away at the wallpaper until a huge wrought iron door stands before you. Where does it lead? Did you imagine this? What happens next?

Taken from: Writer’s Digest


So there you have it. A mysterious door. A chance to make this story into literally anything that you want, between fantasy and horror, or anything in between. I’m really excited to see how everyone manages to do this prompt – I especially love line prompts like this, because we are all given the same beginning of a story, but our roads diverge as soon as we come to the part of the road where we can choose our own path.

I can’t wait to see what path each and every one of you choose.

Remember, if you do the prompt, link back to me! Whether you’re on tumblr, twitter, or anywhere in between. I will post your name and a link to your blog on Saturday, so that all of my followers can see your work!

Until then, keep reading and writing, and keep being awesome!

Author Amanda McCormick

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Weekly Writing Prompt Response: 7/3-7/9 (2016)

Writing Prompt

So, this weeks writing prompt asked us to take a list of words and transform it into a story! You can find the list on the link to to the prompt! All of my required words are in bold, because I wanted to make it easier for you to pick out where they came from. Also, I decided to delve back into fanfiction for this particular writing prompt response – and this weeks fanfiction is Borderlands! Enter and Alternate Universe where Rhys and Handsome Jack meet each other properly for the first time way before the events of Tales from the Borderlands. Why? Because. That’s why.


Come on, Sunshine

Tick, tock, tick… time passed slowly, and Rhys felt his breath coming faster and faster with every second that passed by. Every time that precariously quick hand drug the minutes closer to it being time for his shift to end made him squirm unhappily in his seat. He’d been feeling that way all day long, and no amount of coffee or distracting work could settle the man from the message that had been delivered to him earlier that morning.

Yeah, he wants to see you in his office after your shift about your work performance, the secretary’s eyes were wide, her own lips pursed as though she wasn’t sure why Handsome Jack would want to see someone as lowly as Rhys.

Are you sure? That he meant me, I mean – he could have meant–

Trust me. I asked. She flinched then, as though remembering exactly what had happened to her for questioning Jack’s decision.

She’d turned abruptly then, without so much as a May I, and Rhys had been left all day with the sinking feeling in his stomach that the Handsome Jack wanted to see him. He was Rhys’ goddamn hero – his idol! The man that he looked up to, hell, the man that he wanted to be someday… and he wanted to see him.

The young Hyperion only wished that the message had been delivered later in the day, so he didn’t have to spend all afternoon worrying about it until he felt like a bundle of nerves.

When he looked back up at the clock, numbness rushed through him. He clenched his fist against the edge of his desk, and took another slow breath as the scraping of chairs around him told him… it was time.

It was time to go.

His feet carried him towards Jack’s office as though he was walking on air – he wasn’t sure what Jack could possibly want from him, but he knew that he wanted to make a good first impression; if only he could manage to maintain any of that cool charm that he practiced on his friends. It worked on Vaugn, at least.

Then again, he was practicing to be Jack, so maybe it wouldn’t be the best to introduce himself and have the President thinking that he was trying to mock him.

Nervousness pulsed through Rhys, making him stop in front of the enormous door that led to Jack’s office.

His heart was thundering, trying to escape out of his chest by way of his throat. He felt a small shiver pulse through him at the knowledge that Jack was there, right behind that door. He’d only looked at him once in his lifetime, but Rhys had looked at Jack every day. On posters, in holo’s… everywhere…

And he’d always wanted…

Always

I got this,” he muttered to himself, soft surprise pulsing through him at the fact that at least his voice sounded like he meant it. With a small sound somewhere between clearing his throat and a whimper, he moved to open the door.


 

And there it is, my writing prompt response! I left it where I did (yes, there’s more), because I think that this will be understandable, even to people who haven’t played the games. Anyway, I really like list writing prompts, because it forces you to form a story around certain words; I find them extremely challenging… and that’s what these writing prompts are all about – the challenge, and our capability to rise above and overcome it… and come out the other side with a pretty fantastic story, to boot.

I know that each and every one of you can meet and surpass that challenge, and I’d love to see you do so. Remember, if you do my writing prompts, you can get featured on my blog! Just link back to me and let me know that you did them, and your name and a link to your blog will go onto the below list (updated at the end of the day!)

Writing Prompt Responses:

ProwlingThunder

So, until next time, you guys. Keep reading and writing, and keep being awesome!
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Weekly Writing Prompt: 7/3-7/9 (2016)

Writing Prompt

So! I love how these writing prompts have been going, guys! I try to find things that are challenging, engaging, and something that will push you outside of your normal box, so that you’re writing something that you wouldn’t normally do. Everything that I’ve seen you all write so far has been spectacular, and I can’t wait to see what you all come up with this week! So, for this week, I’m giving you something a little different that I found over on Writers Write:

So, instead of using those as 31 prompts for July, I want you to pick five to ten words off of the list and use them in your writing prompt. It doesn’t matter how you use them, or what you prompt is about, but you have to use at least 5 words from the list. I can’t wait to see what kind of story you shape from what you’re given, and I know that you guys can do something amazing! And if you’re doing Camp NaNoWriMo, this is the perfect opportunity to actually include your prompt in your story if you’re at a need for a scene! Challenge yourself!

Remember, if you do your writing prompt – whether you’re on wordpress, tumblr, or your own personal site, and you link back to me, I’ll feature you on my own response blog on Saturday, so that all of my followers can see your amazing writing! You all have so much potential in you, and worlds to let loose! I can’t wait to see what this week brings!

 

Until then, keep reading and writing, and keep being awesome!

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Weekly Writing Update -Week 5

Weekly Writing Update

So! Writing has been going pretty amazing thus far! Last week, I told you all how I wanted to get a new chapter of a fanfiction posted up – I managed to do that, and I’ve gotten a pretty positive response for it thus far. (It’s a Borderlands Rhys/Jack fanfic. I’m guilty. I don’t even care.) I’ve also gotten into a pretty decent habit of blogging every day, and that’s going to be reflected in next week’s Weekly Update – I’m going to actually have a list of the blogs that I’ve put out throughout the week, so that you can have an overview of what I’ve done. On top of that, I’ll list how much I’ve written every day through the week, and take you through a real overview of what I’ve spent my time on.

For this week, however, I haven’t recorded that information exactly as I wanted to, so I won’t go full out. I will go ahead and link you to this week’s Writing Prompt! I encourage you to do it, so that you can get featured on my blog come Saturday when I post my response! I’ve been getting a pretty positive response to those as well, so it’s been enjoyable!

As far as the overall writing update goes, I have written 47,046 words this month, and 11,444 of those words have been on my novel! I’m extremely happy with the amount that I’ve written, though I’m hoping to get up to 60k if I can – I’m going to have to really up my output over the next few days if I want to reach that goal.

Writing has been going fairly smoothly for me – as smooth as it can with the fact that the temperature is up over 100 degrees and we don’t use air. It’s a bit of a deterrent to sitting aat my desktop, but I’m not letting the heat (or being busy, for that matter) ruin my writing 1,000 words a day. As I said before, I think that you should always have a minimum of what you know you can do, and a maximum of what you want to push yourself to do. I will always hit that minimum, but I’m going to push myself for that maximum.

Speaking of what I want to do – Camp NaNo is coming up soon. I’ll be doing daily blogs about that, and I’m so excited for it. I still haven’t decided what I’m going to do for my project, whether it’s Limbo or more edits for Cerulean Darkness… I suppose that time will tell.

I’m planning on getting a blog out sometime this week about my bullet journal, so that will also be exciting!

Other than that, this is the last kind of willy nilly update you’ll get. Expect next weeks to be really official and nice! I can’t wait!

Until then guys, keep reading and writing, and stay awesome!

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Weekly Writing Prompt: 6/26-7/2

Writing Prompt

So, I want to say first that everyone did fantastic on last weeks writing prompt. I had three different responses that I got to post at the end of my blog, and I’m hoping to get just as many, if not more, for this week. You guys do such an amazing job, and it’s so fun to see how different people create so many different stories from the same given situations. The human mind, and how completely and utterly creative it is, makes me so excited and happy!

So, for this weeks prompt, I was browsing Google under the search of Creative Writing Prompts, and I found one that really struck me as something that could be fun to write.

You decide to spend the day enjoying the sunny weather. And that’s great, until you see him (or her)—but who? The person looks exactly like you, but you know that you don’t have a twin. And what’s this, he (or she) is approaching you—angrily. Who is this, and why are is this person so mad?

This prompt came from the Writer’s Digest Page, and I think that it could be an extremely fun situation to put yourself in, as far as trying to create something out of it. I knew, as soon as I read it, that there was a story brewing inside of me, just waiting for a chance to be released… and I know that the same potential is brewing in each and every one of you! So please, check out the writing prompt! If you respond to it, link me back, whether you’re on facebook, twitter, tumblr, or wordpress! Just make sure that I know that you did the prompt, and I will feature your writing on my blog on Saturday when I post my response!

With Camp NaNoWriMo approaching, if you haven’t come up with an idea, maybe this will help to inspire you!

Until then, I will anxious be waiting to see what you guys produce, and I’ll be working on my own response as well!

Keep reading and writing, and keep being amazing!

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Weekly Writing Prompt Response: 6/19-6/25

Writing Prompt

So, I finally got around to answering the writing prompt that I should have done at the first of the week. I don’t suppose it matters when you do it, as long as you do it before the time limit is up. (Which means, my dears, that there is still time for you to get featured in this blog, as long as you get your response in before the day is through.)

In case you didn’t remember, the challenge this week was:

So, for this weeks prompt, take a look at HIS GALLERY (My friend Garett) and select whatever photograph you find the most inspirational. Make sure that you link back to him if you copy/paste it into your blog. I’ll probably be drawing from his works a lot, so if you see multiple pictures that you want to write with, don’t worry… we will revisit. This gives you a wide range of options, but still pushes you outside of the limits of what you were previously working on.

I chose a photo, and wrote a 500 word prompt based on the thoughts and emotions that it elicited.


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A Path to the Ocean

There was a path that led down to the ocean, and for as long as I could remember, it had called to me. I didn’t know why – the pink flowers that traced along the cliff side were nothing special. They weren’t my favorite – they weren’t fragrant or exceptional, but they held a spot in my heart that left room for only warmth and sweet nostalgia.

I’d found the path by accident, when I was thirteen years old. I’d wandered away from the house and trailed along the ocean waves, wanting to find something new to explore, hoping for a cave, or maybe a tidepool… but I’d somehow found the pathway that led to the sea. It wasn’t altogether safe – the way was steep, and if you weren’t careful, you’d lose your footing and go tumbling down rocks to the water below.

It wasn’t altogether easy to traverse, but the view standing from above was breathtaking, and if you managed to make your way carefully down through the jagged rocks, you had your own, personal piece of heaven waiting below. The way wasn’t easy, so people didn’t travel there very often – the way wasn’t easy, so when you made your way down past the rocks and hills, you had your own little private cove. The path wasn’t something that anyone would pick out as their top ten spots to visit – it wasn’t even that much beach, once you traveled down… but the place was special to me. I’d spent more summers than I could remember, climbing carefully down those rocks and sitting on the small expanse of sand, hidden by the jutting shelves. I’d grown up there – I’d gone there when my heart was broken from my first love, and after I’d graduated High school and found myself unsure of what I was going to do with my life.

And for a while, I hadn’t gone there at all – I’d moved away, so sure that my life was somewhere other than by the sea, in the town that I’d grown up in… and when things got hard, when bills were too much, or I wished that I’d never left home… I thought of that little place by the sea, the path that was calling to me.

It was my serenity, and sometimes when I couldn’t take it anymore… I’d make the trip back home – I’d drive hours to a town that I didn’t care about. Not to see family, or friends… but to find that little path that wound down towards the sea – to climb down the rocks and find the small expanse of sand hidden by the outpour of rocks. I’d travel to find that peace of mind, and I’d let the sound of the waves crash and roll over me until everything felt like it made sense again, until I knew that I could keep going, that I could continue on.

There was a path that led down to the ocean, and for as long as I could remember, it had called to me.


 

So, that’s my prompt! I liked the thought of having a place to go, a retreat for the soul. Maybe not that easy to reach, but worth it once you got there. For me, that’s my writing a lot of the time.

I’d love to see what you do for your responses! I have a few that will be posted in the list below, and if you want to be added, just do the prompt and link me! I can’t wait to see what you come up with!

Prompt Responses:

ScarletsPassion

Author Fallon Willoughby

ProwlingThunder

If you would like to see your name on the list above, just do the writing prompt! I’d love to see your creativity flow! I post writing prompts every Sunday, and do replies/showcases of those who also do them every Saturday! I hope to see you next week!

Until then, Author Amanda McCormick

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