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Trh word count and snake snippet
My protagonist's first battle. Aww, she's all grown up!
"The snake hissed close by. Mari heard a warning shout from one of the homeless, and just managed to nock an arrow to the bow. From her left, a pale shadow streaked towards her. It was the snake. She let fly. The arrow flew straight into the snake’s right nostril. The snake stopped short, centimeters from Mari, an almost comical surprise on it’s featureless face. Then the head fell to the ground, and the snake writhed in pain on the dirt from which it sprang, pieces of its body dropping in great clumps of foul mud.
The homeless yelped and ran as dirt and stones rained down on them all from the disintegration of the snake’s body. The wedge-shaped head sunk into a stinking heap of wet brush, rocks and slime. Mari felt an echo of loathing and knife-edged prickles, and then just a cold absence.
Mari took a breath, and then another. Breathing suddenly seemed miraculous. Painful, but miraculous. She wiped grit from her eyes."
This week was unprecendented in the history of Kirsten. Got a short story finished, and wrote 5,832 words on Tokyo's Robin Hood.
So, tum ta tum, here is the word count so far!
"The snake hissed close by. Mari heard a warning shout from one of the homeless, and just managed to nock an arrow to the bow. From her left, a pale shadow streaked towards her. It was the snake. She let fly. The arrow flew straight into the snake’s right nostril. The snake stopped short, centimeters from Mari, an almost comical surprise on it’s featureless face. Then the head fell to the ground, and the snake writhed in pain on the dirt from which it sprang, pieces of its body dropping in great clumps of foul mud.
The homeless yelped and ran as dirt and stones rained down on them all from the disintegration of the snake’s body. The wedge-shaped head sunk into a stinking heap of wet brush, rocks and slime. Mari felt an echo of loathing and knife-edged prickles, and then just a cold absence.
Mari took a breath, and then another. Breathing suddenly seemed miraculous. Painful, but miraculous. She wiped grit from her eyes."
This week was unprecendented in the history of Kirsten. Got a short story finished, and wrote 5,832 words on Tokyo's Robin Hood.
So, tum ta tum, here is the word count so far!
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38,224 / 80,000 (47.8%) |
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