Well. This has been interesting; the last two days were dramatically more difficult than the eighteen before--fun with pain. =P
Survey says that yes, I can produce two pieces of writing for twenty days, and my natural word output is around a thousand words a day.
Everything's over at
named_by_rhyme. Any comments you'd care to give would be gloated over.
If you're inclined to go in order written, here,
have some Hazel. Hit the next entry button.
In chronological terms . . .
Wild Roses
Trickwood Unification:
surprise, the human really IS crazy;
all in favour?;
questions and answers before the wars:
nibble, nibble;
the gloating comes later First War:
it counts as a meeting;
light and warmth;
passing the news Second War:
one more letter, 'til we say goodbye for ever;
any time tomorrow Future Forward:
upon regaining consciousness;
a beginning, maybe;
soft words in darkness;
telltale civilzation Spawn:
after the fact;
sweetgrass and smoke ----------
Herding the Witches' Horses
Sibir:
at the lake no head for the waters of life glory's where you find it poink! repurposing ---
the Swallow's Tail:
blast from another life just your average afternoon riot names smelling smoke god save me from summer ---
Witches' Horses:
before Sinclair and Grammont are about in the main storyline:
a beginning a small display of fireworks introduction planning in the storyline:
deal ----------
Death be not Proud
fabric like fur perhaps that was a bad plan tell me something dangerous and true old soldiers breaking fast blood in the water miscalculation the one that counts porcelain