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Screenshot of novel’s writing target, tallying 35-thousand total words written

A Bunsho puzzle card titled "Three chapters. One line can't be true." Chapter 2: Ellis stepped off at York half asleep. His father's watch stayed on the seat, and the train carried it north without him. Chapter 6: He pawned his coat, then his boots. There was nothing else left to sell. Chapter 11: In the corridor he wound his father's watch and checked the time twice. Below: Spot the slip. Answer in the replies.

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Mister Emery described the techniques he would teach in their upcoming sparring sessions: lunge, thrust, stab, strike, block, deflect, advance, retreat.
Hope's thoughts swirled. Could she do this? Should she do this? Her pulse raced (this is cliché). She breathed and silently hummed.
— The Dragon Universe Hope (working title, work-in-progress)

The Giant Carrot
One day, a child at school left her lunch in a locker.
Everyone forgot about it. The sandwich grew mould. The sultanas went hard.
But the carrot was different. It grew larger and larger during the school holidays. When the children returned to school, the Carrot had grown arms, legs, and a face with a mouth full of sharp teeth.
It roared and chased the children around the classroom. Was it going to eat them all? The class pet, a rabbit, leapt to the rescue! The bunny chomped on the carrot until it was no more.
The children cheered. The end.

Milkteeth by Caitlin Starling book cover

Fion’s gaze roved the floorboards, the ceiling, and the rest of the unlikely places an adult male might be able to hide inside a hansom cab, then back to her surprise companion. Her pulse thrummed in her ears, but the parts of her mind that were supposed to react to danger and seek reasonable explanations for inexplicable things were strangely mute.
Joric leaned back in his seat, chest still heaving. “I think you might need an explanation for that.”
“That would be lovely. Thank you.”
He eyed her sideways. “It’s … uh … would it surprise you to hear that I don’t have a good one?”
She sighed. “Not in the slightest.”

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Background image: A purple background with paper bats, plastic spiders, small orange pumpkins and skeletal hands.

#Char_Roleplay - October 12, 2026

(Mars in Taurus + Water)
Main Characters - Are you holding onto something or someone from your past? Why do you cling to it?

#WritingCommunity #WriteSky #Worldbuilding #CharacterDevelopment #AmWriting

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Jin: "Listen, I don’t care who the fuck you are and I won’t tell you who I am. Just turn around and go back where you came from."
MC: "Afraid I can't do that."
The guy’s cute face twists into a sneer.
Jin: "Typical IMC dog."
Well, that clears up some things.
There are plenty of civilians who don’t trust the IMC, for a variety of both valid and ridiculous reasons, and some who think they can handle storm research better.
They’re usually wrong.
MC: “Listen, you’re in between me and my camp, and after the day I’ve had, I’m not going back around the long way.”