Shelby tore the coarse fabric from the end of the dress where it had dragged in chalky mud. Of course the dress was already ruined; her fuming mind thought only that if she could possibly save any part of the dress she could mend it, or sew the rescued piece as a patch, or make it a doll’s dress. Only as she tore she noticed splotched into the burgundy of the dress was the red of dried blood, caked in among the crusted dirt and smell of fish.

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Lately I’ve used a random word generator to come up with a verb that tickles me and use it to inspire some quick fiction writing. enjoy this paragraph based on the verb “rip”!
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