Anti-fascist androgyne camp counselor, loves arts and crafts

Rules: For each word assigned, share one sentence or excerpt from your WIP(s) that contains that word. Then tag some friends to keep the game going!

Can't find one? WRITE IT! ✍️

I was tagged by @augustjustice Thank you so much!

PINK

The surgeon injects the site, half a centimeter out on the first round, another one the second, until half of the patient's back is tinged pink and red in a yonic corona. "How's it look back there?" "'You want an honest answer?"

FOUR

He holds his breath and stares at the floor, pretending not to freak out even as he can feel ever cell in his body vibrating… “Did you lose something?” It’s only in that moment he realizes he’s not alone. The second Bob Woodward leaves the elevator, the first string reappears at his wrist… two, four, six…

EXCHANGE

Ed's missed the whole exchange, still dozing against the pillow, bare shoulders peeking out from the tops of the bed sheets -- and, in the adrenaline rush, Oswald abruptly decides to keep it that way. It's the first full night of unassisted sleep Riddler's had since that last stint in Arkham. And he deserves to keep it.

FIREWORKS

Two weeks ago, Jane and her second husband, Tom, had watched the fireworks at the pier from the roof of their house, three miles from the up-close action. Carl wondered how the birds of paradise at the nearby sanctuary were doing after the weeks-long blitzkrieg; the natural world disrupted once again by mankind's love of novelty explosives.

BACKSEAT

The scramble to find the radio under the driver’s seat sends both Robin and Eddie crawling on the floor of the car, hands under his butt and between his legs. He slides his foot off the accelerator, hoping to god Robin doesn’t elbow his shin and send them skidding into the other lane.

“It’s on your side!” she shouts.

“Where?!” Eddie yells from the backseat.

Paying the game forward! Your words are: TYPEWRITER, COFFIN, DRINK, RIVER, RADIO.

Charlie Rose (06-17-1992) [x]