《Letting Go...》Lolly: A Writathon Challenge
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When I saw the Writathon post on Royal Road, I thought well that's interesting. As the day progressed I thought about how much I enjoyed writing a poem a day for National Poetry Writing Month in April. It was a challenge to just write a poem and post it, without getting entrenched in rewrites trying to make it perfect. There was something freeing in creating a poem everyday. With Writathon, a daily post has proven to be much, much harder for me. I love spending time doing research, rewriting, rereading letting time take its course and follow the flow. With Lolly, all that has gone out the literary window. I give myself 24 hours from start to finish to go from first draft, to second draft to posting. I have not played Candy Crush in 2 weeks! Some days the word flow is good, other days it is a slow crawl that just has to do. This process for me makes me feel very vulnerable. I know I'm not writing in the more popular genres. But, a few of you are showing up to read my work and that means the world to me.
Thank you all so much!
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LET ME FOLLOW
❌COMPLETE❌ #larrystylinson Harry topژانر : جنایی _رومنس " تو نمیتونی به رقصیدن با شیطان ادامه بدی و بعد بپرسی چرا هنوزم تو جهنمی ! "
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The Hunt
Cecily's blade swung, hitting its mark as always. The man's arm fell to the cold grass of the prison with a familiar thud. He let out a blood curdling scream. A warning to the rest. Stay away, the Hunter is here. That's the name they'd given her, the Hunter. After she cut off the man who tried to rape hers masculinity, they stayed away. She'd made it clear anyone who tried to touch her would be hunted and slaughtered. Cecily kneeled down, pushing the man's face into the dirt so she could use his back as a seat while she trifled through his belongings. "You're hurting my ears," she told him, no remorse in her voice. "Quiet down before I really do kill you."The man but his lip, well aware that she wasn't lying. Sobs shook him, making for an uncomfortable seat. She, however, didn't particularly feel the beed to kill him. It happened, not often, but it did. "Oh, hush up," she hissed, taking out a bag of rations with her metal hand, "it doesn't hurt that bad."With her good, human hand, she dropped the plastic bag of food into her own bag. She pushed up, off the man back. As she was about to walk away, bag slung over her shoulder, brushing against her autumn colored braid, she turned back to him. "Consider yourself lucky," she said, no hatred in her voice, there never was. "Consider yourself lucky that you didn't do anything stupid. And even luckier if one of the scum bagged criminals in here feel a little light in their hearts and help you. Consider yourself luckier if you die there."With that, her old black and white Nike sneakers carried her off into the brush of the huge prison.
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