Writing Bound Quotes

Quotes tagged as "writing-bound" Showing 1-14 of 14
Jazz Feylynn
“Tongue and hand tied. It cut me off, trapped and held me within my own silent dark word tomb.”
Jazz Feylynn, Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

Jazz Feylynn
“The stopwatch threat hung over me. I set the timer with shaky clammy fingers. The silent reckoning with the not-so-silent alarm blast at the end of the merciless countdown commenced.”
Jazz Feylynn, Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

Jazz Feylynn
“Under bright scarlet hair, teachers' favorite pigmentation of ink, the awful cast splashed and dripped down his face, a grisly reminder of mistakes bruising that had bruised.”
Jazz Feylynn, Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

Jazz Feylynn
“The road had detours, stop signs, missed turns, hills and valleys, deep, deep tangled forests, ruts and potholes, icy patches, and spin-outs along the way.”
Jazz Feylynn

Jazz Feylynn
“Hardened cement chunks languished on the ground. Gray dust particles spewed into every crevice. The wordless, like the homeless, desired this place as a sheltered haven.”
Jazz Feylynn, Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

Jazz Feylynn
“Words combine with ever-widening blood puddles spilled from the suffocating death wounds.”
Jazz Feylynn, Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

Jazz Feylynn
“I knew all too well the damage of scarlet ink smeared across page-after-page offering neither encouragement nor any compliments at all.”
Jazz Feylynn, Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

Jazz Feylynn
“His eyes never blinked or wavered from mine, encompassing me in a controlling field.”
Jazz Feylynn, Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

Jazz Feylynn
“His eyes, if anything, gleamed even more bright, having found the treasure he sought.”
Jazz Feylynn, Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

Jazz Feylynn
“I assumed this yoke would encase me as well as any another hobble, only this one bound the mind.”
Jazz Feylynn, Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology

Jazz Feylynn
“In mid-stroke of word and paper fusion”
Jazz Feylynn

Jazz Feylynn
“Those annihilating strokes slashed across my penned heartfelt words...”
Jazz Feylynn, Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology