Sacrifices Need to be Made... - FF

Hello Friday! Let me first start off by saying, short weeks are wonderful. I swear it’s only Tuesday. Being a short week, it’s also been a busy one. I’ve been staying at work late so there’s been a few ten hour days, and not a lot of writing has been done. I did manage to type up my backlog of doodles though, so there was lots to choose from for posting today.

I’ve also made the decision, I am switching back off Keeper’s and back to Stealth for the first round of edits. This will ensure I have a project to work on in July for Camp, and hopefully I’ll be able to finish up Stealth sooner than planned and get to querying. UG.

Sunday, I will have a special super secret book review coming out for an ARC release… make sure to check back then for an early sneak peak at the Falling Hard review.

I hope you enjoyed your three day weekend and maybe even have something fun planned for this one. Thanks for sticking with me and Happy Reading!
~Eliza

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Fiction Friday 11:
Muse: None
Prompt: If you were exiled, what three things would you take with you?

They are coming for me. 
They asked what I want to take with me. Apparently, those of us being “relocated” at least get a last request. It’s funny really, they treat us like we are honored. Those of us who have lost faith, or in my case, never had any, except their gifts with reticence. I know the truth behind why they selfishly abandon groups of people to the wild and I have nothing left to say to them. 
They’ve given us a few options of goods to take. I chose my notebook, I didn’t select any inks. That granted me a few looks, but why waste my second object when there are always other means of capturing words on paper. 
Against their wishes I also asked for a med kit. They do not seem to like the idea of us out there fighting to survive, it must ease their conscious in thinking one good sickness and we’d be done for. 
Lastly, I asked for one wolfen pelt. Even though they drop us with rough hewn clothes, nothing is fit enough for the harsh winters that will undoubtedly fall us. 
There is movement outside the holding cell. 
They are coming for me. 
I am sorry, I could do no more. 
They are here. 

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