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7 months ago

Writing flat? Swap passive "was seen by" for active "saw." Best active voice tip? #WritingPro #GrammarHack #PROTIPS

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7 months ago

After a while, a lone horse wheezed through the bawn’s open gateway, its head jerking left and right as it hauled its wheeled burden. A brimmer. A black-clad driver. Two stone-faced women under black bonnets, a trio of fresh pine coffins in the bed. Reverend Preece halted at the lantern post, eyeing the rope. He sprang from the box, his blue-grey eyes probing Noreen’s swollen, bloodied lip, the nascent bruise on Bella’s cheekbone, the children’s terrified faces. Preece glanced from soldier to soldier, as if reconstructing the previous few moments. He spun to the nearest dragoon with a magisterial tone. “Who’s in command?” The officer allowed his horse a step. “I am, Vicar. “Captain Archibald Fothergill, His Majesty’s Sixth Inniskillings.” He made a slight bow of his head, his tone oozing condescension. “At your service. Who, pray tell, are you, sir?” “Charles Ichabod Preece, Presbyterian Synod of Ulster. Haven’t seen you in this district before, Captain.” “In Flanders of late, Vicar, protecting king and country from the convulsions of revolutionism. Here doing much the same, hmm? Rooting out ribbon conspiracies—‍” Preece squinted. “If Ribbonism thrives in this barony, the fact eludes me. Albeit members of a hitherto proscribed faith, the people yearn for peace and order—they don’t breathe for the sake of your torments.” Preece again eyed the rope. “When the government’s lash foils peaceful change, you’ll make rebellion inevitable. Your superior?” “Colonel Muter-Straton. I command this troop.” The minister’s eyebrows rose. “An ill-advised choice. Peace demands tolerance and respect—yet you menace these people.” “The district harbors fugitives, Vicar.” Preece frowned, motioning to the women and children. “That a people so provoked have thus far withheld violence bemuses loftier men than us.‍” “I beg to differ—we’ve lost three men.” “The losses may speak more of your approach. What I surmise I’ve seen, well . . . my work enjoys Lord Musgrave’s firm support. I s…

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Lise Lyng Falkenberg

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9 months ago

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Ian wrote the code on a piece of paper and pushed it across the counter to the clerk. Demian96. That was the code. It always had been.

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