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April's Bingo
These colors were such fun. I used them exclusive in original fiction. I'll include a little line of each. You can find my card here
I got a bingo straight across.
B - Sasquatch Sneakers - from a paranormal romance These Haunted Hills "Thanks for letting me hear this. What did you think that cry was?”
“Literally no idea. Could have been a Sasquatch for all I know.”
I - Milky Way - ibid, - Sitting in the rickety lawn chair, he stared up at the sky. Cloudless, the heavens gleamed.
N - Free so have this from another prompt community, ibid, “I just hope they cook up right on the grill. I’m not used to charcoal.” Brendan prodded the briquettes with a long meat fork.
G - Sweet Brown - from a new, unnamed Gaslight Fantasy - She wore a green velvet ribbon holding back her long hair that waved down her back in a rich sweet brown river, like the chocolates Zvon had only ever seen in a shop window. He’d never been able to afford any.
O - Off Road, These Haunted HIlls He was going to drive into the wilderness with a man he’d only met the day before. What if he was about to be the next ghost haunting this woods?
I got a bingo straight across.
B - Sasquatch Sneakers - from a paranormal romance These Haunted Hills "Thanks for letting me hear this. What did you think that cry was?”
“Literally no idea. Could have been a Sasquatch for all I know.”
I - Milky Way - ibid, - Sitting in the rickety lawn chair, he stared up at the sky. Cloudless, the heavens gleamed.
N - Free so have this from another prompt community, ibid, “I just hope they cook up right on the grill. I’m not used to charcoal.” Brendan prodded the briquettes with a long meat fork.
G - Sweet Brown - from a new, unnamed Gaslight Fantasy - She wore a green velvet ribbon holding back her long hair that waved down her back in a rich sweet brown river, like the chocolates Zvon had only ever seen in a shop window. He’d never been able to afford any.
O - Off Road, These Haunted HIlls He was going to drive into the wilderness with a man he’d only met the day before. What if he was about to be the next ghost haunting this woods?
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