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Today’s out of context line:

“Is there a spinny thing?”

He glanced outside. “Yes.”

“Shoot the spinny thing.”

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autumn mornings

Etsy

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Potion shop → Ocarina of Time

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Blackberry Wood Camping, Glamping and Treehouses

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Prose snippet based on this gif:

            Smoke rose and flickered from the bubbling brown surface of the marshmallow, it’s sweet scent mixing with the smoky smell of the fire.

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Last Line Tag

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I just wrote this random prose snippet and am pretty proud of it:

            She stepped outside into the light, the sun seeping through the chill on her skin, warming her muscles and easing her aching joints.

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wilderness bouquets

source, source

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Which OC would attract random animals?

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Darya Darcy

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chasing the fog somewhere in Switzerland   Instagram | Etsy shop  

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WIP Wednesday Friday

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Tagging: @inkysqueed @babyblueetbaemonster @emeraldhazeart @mageofcolors @katastronoot @mareenavee @druidx (get tagged back XD) and anyone else who wants to.

This is the opening scene of Game Over, an original story that’s been living in my head since 2014. I recently edited this, applying my improved writing skills.

Content Warning: Mean parent (this story is going to have a lot of content warnings, I’ll just go ahead and warn you about that now)

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            Morning sunlight glinted off metal as a blade pulled back through the grass, the sword seemingly too big for the kid who wielded it. As he held the sword behind him he pointed forward. “A monster draws near! Get behind me, chickens!”

            They continued to mill around him as he pointed at a pole.

            Pulling the sword in front of him he held it in both hands, blue eyes narrowing. Running forward he raised the blade.

            “Gallant!”

            Startled he stopped.

            “Stop waving that thing around the birds!” A man stepped out to the edge of the porch.

            He turned to him, letting the tip fall to the ground. “I was being careful!”

            “Are you working or playing?”

            “I already fed them, so both?” He smiled nervously.

            “Have you collected the eggs?”

            He flinched. “No.”

            “Then get on it!”

            “Right, sorry Dad!”  Sheathing the sword, he ran to grab the basket from the porch.

            “You need to get your head out of the clouds and stop playing like you’re some hero,” with an exasperated sigh he turned away, “you’re not going to be one.”

            Gallant’s head dropped, mouth crumpling. Once the door closed he gave himself a small smile. “We’ll see about that.”

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Moody morning.

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What is the longest that your OC has ever grown their hair? What is the longest they ever would grow their hair?

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What does your OC’s name mean? Was your OC given their name because of its meaning?