what do you know, I wrote
#writing
since I managed to get some writing done yesterday I figured I'd prove it by posting the first paragraph of it here.
it's from Rascals, a science fiction story about a merchant team. At this point they are in the process of getting their crew together.
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Growl and Jerr stepped in front of the cell and silently looked at the two males in it. The years hadn’t been kind to them. Their clothing were old and thorn. Hirto, the shorter of the two, had had his muzzle broken and it hadn’t healed properly, leaving it slightly crooked. He had multiple small scars on his face and body, and one long one across his neck. Had someone tried to slice his throat open? Jerr wondered. Romnalin had fared a little better. He didn’t have as many scars, and the only big mark of their rough life was the pavilion of his left ear, which had been almost completely ripped out.
since I managed to get some writing done yesterday I figured I'd prove it by posting the first paragraph of it here.
it's from Rascals, a science fiction story about a merchant team. At this point they are in the process of getting their crew together.
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Growl and Jerr stepped in front of the cell and silently looked at the two males in it. The years hadn’t been kind to them. Their clothing were old and thorn. Hirto, the shorter of the two, had had his muzzle broken and it hadn’t healed properly, leaving it slightly crooked. He had multiple small scars on his face and body, and one long one across his neck. Had someone tried to slice his throat open? Jerr wondered. Romnalin had fared a little better. He didn’t have as many scars, and the only big mark of their rough life was the pavilion of his left ear, which had been almost completely ripped out.