It was noxious. A blend of rot, and animal droppings, and perhaps old blood, washed through Clara’s small, frigid nose. She ground her teeth, fighting the urge to retch. She wanted to run, wanted to escape—but there was nowhere better to be.
It was noxious. A blend of rot, and animal droppings, and perhaps old blood, washed through Clara’s small, frigid nose. She ground her teeth, fighting the urge to retch. She wanted to run, wanted to escape—but there was nowhere better to be.
Im doing it.
I’m dropping my first plotting course NEXT WEEK.
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Im doing it.
I’m dropping my first plotting course NEXT WEEK.
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#writer #writing #amwriting #writersblock #newwriter
“Today the TwinBots and I charted a little star system that’s Arak-South of Arak Central by about three lightyears. Two planets, one inhabitable. No crash debris on either planet, or along any of the ion trails from the last two and a half months…”
“Today the TwinBots and I charted a little star system that’s Arak-South of Arak Central by about three lightyears. Two planets, one inhabitable. No crash debris on either planet, or along any of the ion trails from the last two and a half months…”
“Clara had seen jammed musket balls removed from the firearms with wicked, twisted spires of metal. If she hadn’t known what caused this suffering, she might have wondered if such a tool had been turned on her.”
“Clara had seen jammed musket balls removed from the firearms with wicked, twisted spires of metal. If she hadn’t known what caused this suffering, she might have wondered if such a tool had been turned on her.”
“She lit the stub, and slowly raised the light.
It fell across a small parlor—except that a parlor is a nice place to sit, and this was a far cry from that. The sofa, which sagged in the middle, might have been blue, green, or even gold, but it was impossible to tell…”
“She lit the stub, and slowly raised the light.
It fell across a small parlor—except that a parlor is a nice place to sit, and this was a far cry from that. The sofa, which sagged in the middle, might have been blue, green, or even gold, but it was impossible to tell…”
Nah, more like he seeks to humiliate you with his newfound buttkickery. #lotr
Nah, more like he seeks to humiliate you with his newfound buttkickery. #lotr