Taken by me at
mikigarrison's house. (My foot, her lawn juice.)
Title: Immortal Showdown
Words today: 5,025 (201% of a lake)
Accomplished: Murder or self-defense, depending on who you ask.
Excerpt: A smoking red hole appeared in his forehead. The tiniest spray of blood misted over his face. Tiny crimson droplets beaded on his one long eyebrow and clung to the ends of his lashes-which didn't close. He didn't even blink.
He grinned and yelled to be heard over the rattle and roar of the mechanisms beneath them. “You already ruined this meatsuit, bitch. A few more holes won't hurt me a bit-they just mean I have to change clothes sooner.”
Behind the scenes: I have a cat resting under either elbow. hehe
31177 / 100000 words. 31% done!