Posted: November 18, 2014 by writingsprint in Nanowrimo
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Jansik crossed the guard room. She and Raffa followed, with the woman covering the doctor and the dungeon cells. The fat guard that she hated, the one with the spotty beard, lay slumped to her left. His skin and clothes looked burned all over. Dari would have gotten sick if she had enough food in her stomach.

1,670 words today — barely enough to make goal, but make it I did. The last 100 words are definitely harder than the first thousand. The good news, though, is that I’m too tired to go down the internet rabbit hole and I’m getting to bed on time. I don’t even have any internet research weirdness to share tonight.

So, g’night all, and see you tomorrow 🙂 . Happy writing!

  1. Alex Grover says:

    Hey man! I nominated you for this cool blogger thing called the Liebster Award (it’s really a chain letter, but it’s great for spreading yourself around the Internet…heh). You don’t have to participate, but there is a really cool questionnaire I set up for all nominees at the end of the post. Check it out if interested! – Alex


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