Today's muse: Write to Win seminar with Ruth E. Walker and Dorothea Helms
Prompt: As I mentioned previously, the exercise was writing using active voice.
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Mickey fights real dirty, but like a girl. He pulls my hair and gouges with his vulture fingernails, leaving tiny, red crescent moons on my arms. The last time we went at it, he sank his teeth into my leg. It doesn’t really look like a bite scar cuz Mickey only had six teeth at the time. I tried telling on him, but Mom just rolled her eyes and wagged a finger in my face.
“It wouldn’t hurt,” she said, “if you just shared the chocolate chip cookies with your baby brother.”