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Feb 2019

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?

"Modesto scrubbed his skin until it was rosy and pink even though it was 3am in the morning when he finally got home."

Sounds more ominous than it is.

His eyes were a sweet yellow golden, glistening like honey.

It's so hard to resist that MUST FILL WORD COUNT UP WITH UNNECESSARY WORDS.

But I … I could've sworn he was.

Sometimes it's harder when it's just a thought and has no context around it?

I have one from a novel I just began writing, Skyweaver. It's not online anywhere, since I'm saving it until I'm farther along, but here goes:

Sometimes she wondered where she would be if she had married as a young woman as most did.

I'm actually working on an essay for school, but I won't bore you with that, haha.

"“Just relax, Red. I got this,” Dominic smirked at him and winked." --Going Rogue

It's a story I've been working on in the background for awhile. I'm just now starting to write some stuff in it, instead of plotting it out though.

" The first thing I noticed was that I was staring at a child who called me “Mama,” but I knew I'd never given birth to. "

Getting ahead of myself and writing a scene for a future story I really wanna put on Tapas by now but I can't until I finish one of the other stories hhhhnnnngh

“What? Why’d you want to be in a bed and not touch?”

The early afternoon was offering a reprieve from the storm long enough for the birds to come
out.