I last did this work out in May. I ought to do it more often as it really feels like a fun exercise. Though maybe now I’ve done my warm up I should get to the real stuff?
- Crickets and insects from all angles along the ground and all arcs through the canopy rendered the jungle a screeching mass of noise. Occasionally a monkey
- John stepped from the tub nearly naked. Yes, nearly–not fully. He’d thought it prudent to shower in his socks. These public showers were notorious for
- Underpaw, the fallen leaves crackled as the fox strutted through the shadows near the edge of the glade. Rabbit blood on his whiske
- The armada gathered. Each member snipping in from underspace in about the same order they’d entered from the staging
- You just don’t think robots get rusty. You don’t imagine them with shoddy paint jobs, dings around the joints, or rotten rubber hose dangling from gaps in
- Julie sat motionless near the base of a tree. She held a crumb of bread in her hand and waited on a nearby robin. None were coming and her arm ached. But she had money on
- Colin gritted his teeth. He pressed his finger tips and then the palm of his hand to the rear of the dead-battery Chevy and sealed his skin to the blue metal
- Drifting upward then sinking downward. Drifting upward then sinking downward. Hugh expected the sailboat to continue this way in it’s moorings till the end of time. It , in fact, did not.
- “I will not do that again.” Jennifer told her sister. She stamped her foot down for emphasis, but hit the edge of a stone in the pathway and the
- His face wore age the way toddlers wear heavy diapers: badly. Lines molded his cheeks and forehead into
- The fabric evaporated from her body in the light breeze as if it were not attached to any part of the rest of itself. The sun illuminated it
- Anger swelled in Christian’s chest like dead cat in the hot summer sun. He’d seen
- Teacon paced to the edge of the stage and fired up his pad. It booted quickly and charts were on the screen in front of the audience as the gunmen came into the auditorium from the
- Pip. Pip. Pip. Scratch. Flutter. The wren never stopped moving. Russell glared at it and wiggled a knob on his camera to
- The car ate other cars for breakfast and the writer cringed at the cliché. He’d meant to right something a little more exciting about th
- The car fucked other cars sisters and then bragged about it. It was sleek and red and never stopped looking like it was moving fast even when it wasn’t moving at all. From the rear spoiler to the front end grill
- Leave off the car for God’s sake you’re sucking at it. Maybe you can go with that old stand by of a leaf and a tree. Doesn’t seem like you did that too obviously above and maybe no one notices. Maybe. Shit, 14 seconds left. What are you going to write next?
- Travis scuffed his bare feet along the dirt road. High bushes to his left obscured the dropoff cliff the
- Magic sloshed around in the room like a sailor still drunk three days into his leave. The mages tried to capture it. Tried to tame it.
- But in the end they were only able to guide it–more or less–toward the sword they’d intended to imbue. Drips of manna seeped into the patchwork floor but most made it into the weapon.
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Day 330