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Apr 2020

This come from my finished chapter, but not the published chapter
"Its ok, just dont do it again"

“Yes, little one.” Dacia nodded as she waved back. “I know.”

The stench of the undead’s breath hit me hard in the face as his teeth came closer to breaking my skin.

Josh seriously met her gaze and said, “Let’s start.”

This is mine
Clears throat
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'See! That look, right there in your eyes,' he says. 'It's been there right from, I dunno. But something doesn't add up and you know it.'


From the second chapter of my new webnovel, Love Underground. It's about two guys living in a survival bunker during the apocalypse. It's romance, family and a little horror all mixed together.

“Keep your uniform here so you don’t end up smelling like meat sauce all the time”.

Roy focused on the bloody handwriting on the floor and from the corner of your eyes, you could see that he was trying hard not to follow the trail of blood that led to Eight’s mechanical arm.

“Read his case file and you’ll know,” Roy hastily claimed as he scrambled to throw on his military jacket. “There’s no time to explain but I’m going to headquarters and round up a squad to bring him in. If I’m right… and I’m sure I am, then a lot of people including us are in danger.”

For a project separate from my current webcomic:

"I celebrated my new freedom with another bout of crying. It was hours before I stopped and began trudging out of our territory and into the new world."

Really vague, but I'm hoping it'll be dramatic when put into visuals.

For a poem which I have a lot of trouble finishing about life balance:
"Mediocrity so safe; surely, I’ll dare to woe my next chance to fly."

Judging by the small yelps and hisses, his target was stumbling around like a blind man, just like them.

Both boys shut their eyes tight as the sound reverberated around them.

The water suddenly had a current and was washing them along the passage, and then down into the darker depths.