Monday, September 2, 2024

A Novel Idea for Labor Day

 On August 29, a WriteOn member posted a meme on our WriteOn Joliet Facebook group page the following prompt: post the eighth sentence of page twenty-eight of any book.

And she proceeded to post from this book.

So I posted from this book.

And this WriteOn author posted from this book.

So to celebrate the work of local authors on this Labor Day, I grabbed as many books by local authors that I could find in the moment from my bookshelves and continued the love.

In the case of any page twenty-nines not having an eighth sentence, I included the last sentence on that page.

Maybe it will make you curious enough to click through the link, read the summary, and maybe - just maybe - buy and read the book.

And if not...

At least one sentence from each of these authors will be read.

He made several calls to people who needed to know where he could be reached.

He also handcuffed him by threatening him with the information he had.

She continued walking toward him.

Get back upstairs, you two.

What caused the sudden change?

Such a waste.

They slung their rackets over their shoulders and jumped on their bikes.

They ploy seemingly worked as Mogridge turned in a solid outing over the next 4.2 innings, allowing one earned run and scattering four hits.

With at least one heart destined to lose.

Kneeling close to the bed, he said a few words in a strange tongue, paused a moment, and began to heal the wound by placing his hands upon it.

They laughed.

And I enjoyed both of those activities.

Jim designed and built this large comfortable post and beam addition to accommodate grandchildren, puppies, and the many memory-making family gatherings.

I know you'd rather play basketball, but at least the cheerleaders get to go to all the games.

However at the same time, it cut off the oxygen that the trapped men needed to breathe.

There seemed to be an utter lack of realization of the dangers inherent in the material, which was being manufactured.

I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes.

His narrow shaky hands reached for my belt buckle, but I grabbed them tight before he takes hold,

"That wasn't so hard was it?" Barry asked as he jumped off his bike and leaned it against the side of the building.

"It's OK, Kristen."

Jamilah took her mouth off the woman's body with her lips and part of her face filled with blood this is how you live and survive off the blood of humans," Jamilah said.

If you're sure you don't mind.

"It never leaves."

One day, Mark's aunt was visiting and they were alone in his hospital room.

Just bask in hopeless failure, hell, eternal rest, your pride.

They made my last years at the Guardian Angel Home so much better.

As I drove towards the gate, I commented.

Our final stop, New Salem, had reconstructed log cabin akin to the one in which Lincoln lived as a young adult.

Moose musings!

That year, there was a scarlet fever outbreak.

I will call you Scout.

Getting to know yourself in times of trouble is the first step to obtaining the courage to release that familiar lifestyle.

She wrote a nice article for the bike club newsletter that at the end of the first year she joined, thanking the members for being so supportive and nice to her, and especially for staying with her if she lagged behind on the rides.

For a solution

Their legs no longer hurt from the dampness and their arms and faces were almost flushed from the heat.

"What has happened?" he asked.

Aunt Mildred and Uncle Mortimer will get over the hurt of their names not being carried on through another generation, and your children will love you forever.

"Honey, I have to tell you something."

"We'd been at band practice, so it was late."

I am new to this area, and I don't like driving in this weather.

Approaching the first farm, the area was as he remembered from attending a past feast day.

Each grain landing in the precise spot laid out for it.

When nature talks...I long to hear more.

In this chapter, God was not pleased with Israel.

I started a prayer list with dates and answers, almost like a journal.

Include yourself, your family, and your church family in your prayers.



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