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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