Apr. 21st, 2019 11:27 am
Sunday Six - future fix-it
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likealeafonthewindA general update on this fic: I've reached the point where the action happens (i.e., when the alien invasion starts)! Huzzah! \o/
Current word count: 12,552 (it feels like it should be much higher but alas, me thinking about this fic a lot doesn't equal actual words written, lol)
Today's snippet is from an earlier scene, because I can't help going back and editing stuff I've already written. >.<
A statue of him. Holding the Guardian Lamp—the actual, real Guardian Lamp—over his head with an outstretched arm. His other hand is tucked into a pocket of his pants. He’s grinning widely and there’s a lollipop sticking out of his mouth.
“Oh no,” he breathes out, aghast. He covers his face with his hands. Dear ancestors.
Current word count: 12,552 (it feels like it should be much higher but alas, me thinking about this fic a lot doesn't equal actual words written, lol)
Today's snippet is from an earlier scene, because I can't help going back and editing stuff I've already written. >.<
A statue of him. Holding the Guardian Lamp—the actual, real Guardian Lamp—over his head with an outstretched arm. His other hand is tucked into a pocket of his pants. He’s grinning widely and there’s a lollipop sticking out of his mouth.
“Oh no,” he breathes out, aghast. He covers his face with his hands. Dear ancestors.
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