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Jan 2019

After a few large buffets of wind against the windows, a dozen servants appeared out of nowhere.

Accidentally first read this as "After a few large butts against the windows," which changed the context entirely whooops

The percentage of double positive cells in the total sample was ~0.1% for all time points, and was constant in both replicates (Table 3).

:confused:

I'm attempting to force myself writing and it's not --- hey look --Solitare.

Seeing as I'm working on a web novel right now, might as well join in the fun.


He wore a large brown cowboy hat with a matching vest seemingly made out of dinosaur leather and an orange bandana loosely tied around his neck.

"I'm so happy you put in the crows :sob::heart::heart::heart:︎"

meh, could have been worse _(ツ)_/¯

Not a single sentence, but a conversation:

“Roooooosss.” Tommy whined from beside him as he wiped his hands on a dirty rag.
“Yea?”
“What did you make?”
“It's just a part, for those weaving machines.”
“What does it do?”
“Move.”
“What if it breaks.”
“Well then it donnae move.”

I feel like 90% of this story is about food.

"Well sh*t."

It was the angst riddled cry of a teenager realizing she's going to have to explain to her mother all about how she was kidnapped by Yakuza this evening.

11 days later

Mine was: "He was not flying, he was floating, which is much harder".

My exams are approaching, so here is the last sentence I wrote lol:
Hence our assumptions are contradicted and √3 is an irrational number.

I was watching a stream by Joel from Vinesauce so the last thing I wrote was a reference in the comment section:

No, please, we don't want EL WHIPPO.

As far as actual work goes, last thing I wrote was:

He vaguely remembered the lights of the hospital and the feeling of needles in his skin before he drifted off.

I was watching TV and saw something about a soup festival so I mentioned it to my groupchat, and my last sentence was:

my brain: WHat aRE YOU DOING AT THE SOUP STORE

Andrew: … … yes??? … Question mark??

(it's script for a comic so the '...' 's are mostly various panels of him being confused and trying to figure this out)

As his eyes fell shut once more, the sight of Crow in that bright aura was burned into his mind's eye.

Mariel raised her arm. “If you won't let us out, I'll make an exit.”

Or so they said. Not at all out of curiosity. Nu-uh, none of that1.
(gosh this story is so close to its end I don't want to write the last episode aaaaahhhhhh)

Here's mine:

When your entire world revolves around that one person, you are ready to sacrifice everything, but what happens when your existence itself is pushed to the guillotine?