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Paragraph of the Week (Part 32)

Well, again, it has been a while. But, let’s not lament over lost time. Instead, here is another paragraph in the story “Waves.” We are getting to the end so hold on!

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“I could never figure out why she loved the thing, even she didn’t know. Every time I asked her, she said she couldn’t remember where she had gotten it from, just that she had it ever since she was a little kid. When I doubted her once, she whipped out a picture of when she was four and showed me the thing. And there it was, plastered around her neck.”
“She was a good woman.”
“Too good.” John sighed.
“You know, I’ve never really ——”

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Paragraph of the Week (21)

And we’re back to our regularly scheduled program. On a quick side note, I believe I said I would make a post about writing a novel and how consuming it becomes. Well, as you can see, my theorem holds true (or I’m just lazy). One of these days I’ll do it. One of these days (and the book is almost done now)…

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Well anyways, to make up for the lack of posts, another longer edition of the paragraph of the week. Enjoy!

John watched Jacques tap the board and put in the order. He lingered in the front, staring at the men behind the bar, watching them throw a piece of meat on the flames. It sizzled and cracked, the tiny space filling with the aroma of frying chicken. Jacques turned, coming back to the seat with a grin.
“She said they will bring it out to us in ten minutes,” Jacques said, sitting down across from John.
“Uh huh.”
“I was surprised when you called me today. I didn’t even know you were in town.”
“Don’t know who was more surprised, you or me. Never thought I would call you again, not in a million years. How could I?”
“Easily it seems.” Jacques laughed.
“Funny, it’s all so funny. I wasn’t even sure the number Jones gave me would work, not after you ran like that.”
“I didn’t run.”
“Then where were you all those days after? Why did you leave the force the very next day? I go there, trying to talk to you, and I’m told you left. Then I go to your apartment and it’s vacant. You know what that says to me? It just screams ——”

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Paragraph of the Week (19)

Another week, another paragraph. Almost to the half way point with this one…almost…

John had been waiting for this day for years, it was a needed piece of the jigsaw puzzle that had become his life, the last one he needed. Ever since her death, he had been trying to make sense of what had happened. The pieces would float in front of him, some of them missing, some of them cut in halves. Jacques was there, his burnt fedora evidence enough. John was out on patrol. The fire started. She couldn’t get past the flames and falling beams of burning wood. The firemen came too late. And John…John came just in time to see her face.

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Paragraph of the Week (Part 13)

Uh oh, unlucky 13. But, if you’ve been following the story, you’ll have found that John has already had his fair share of bad luck. And before we begin, just wanted to make a note and say I might be starting something new here. We’ll see. I’ll make a post about it soon and we can see how much interest there is in it (hint, it has to do with query letters and making them shine). Until then, have fun with a paragraph.

The next day, John went to Jacques’ apartment. He knocked and knocked and knocked. There was no reply. The gnawing, nagging voice began eating away at his sanity. Nothing. John went to the apartment manager and interrogated him. He said Jacques had left. Maybe he was just going crazy. He tried to ask questions around the station, but no one knew anything. Throwing his badge to the captain, John went on a quest for answers, but more importantly, on a journey to keep control over his mind.

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Paragraph of the Week (Part 12)

Did you think I would forget this two Saturdays in a row? Of course not! How I could deprive you all of the Paragraph of the Week? I mean I’m cruel, but not that cruel. And to prove that, I’m doing TWO paragraphs this week…not because they were small or anything. So have fun and read just a little!

John collapsed, wailing into his white knuckled hands. When the fire died and the fireman ok’ed the area, John wandered inside, picking through the rubble, trying to find something, anything of hers, of theirs. The CSI’s soon ushered him away, but before they could, John saw something: a fedora. Jacques’ fedora.

The police asked him questions. He answered, leaving Jacques out of the equation. John knew the system, knew what they would do. That wouldn’t work; he wanted to handle it his own way.

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Paragraph of the Week (part 11)

Better late than never. Due to a busy weekend and a poor memory, I forgot the beloved paragraph of the week! But never fear, it’s here now. So sit back and enjoy this week’s paragraph.

He lifted his head, his chin bleeding, his face red and sweaty. She was in the window, her face twisted and screaming, flames and smoke surrounding her, consuming the pale night gown. She slid down the pane and vanished. He leapt up and began running towards the flames; several firemen held him back as he tried to claw and kick his way into the burning house.

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Paragraph of the Week (Part 10)

And with this paragraph of the week, we’ve hit 50 posts here! Hurray! I thought I would think of something special to do for 50, but since I couldn’t, I’ll do it for 100 (which isn’t THAT far away…). For now, enjoy the next section of paragraph of the week.

Their house had been consumed in flames; the fire ate away the wood siding, breaking in through the roof and leaving holes where torrents of black smoke rushed into the night. The fire engines were just arriving when John pulled up. He leapt out of his squad car before he had a chance to fully take in the scene. His toe caught on the sidewalk and he tumbled to the ground. He was encased by the beautifully horrifying smell of burning wood. He was pressed into the concrete by the waves of overwhelming heat. He was drowned out in the ocean of flames, in their roars and bellows, in their immense, hope shattering intensity. And, he was already feeling the despair seep into his bones.

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