March 2019. Day 15
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Early post today because I'll be busy baking later. *g*
Here is the place to tell us about your daily success (or the lack of it)!
May the magic be with us all!
Here is the place to tell us about your daily success (or the lack of it)!
May the magic be with us all!
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on 2019-03-15 02:27 pm (UTC)Here is a snippet;
No-one knows what happened on the other ships. But the ship of Captain Manwë continued to follow the course set for it and its crew, or Valar in their own language, studied, and advanced their knowledge and abilities, in the long hours when little was required of them.
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on 2019-03-15 03:12 pm (UTC)Excerpt:
“Have you told Chakotay?” Hernandez asked.
“Not yet,” Lillian admitted sheepishly.
“Lillian, you must!”
“I know, I know, and I will! It’s just… the time never seemed right. First he spent days at death’s door, and then unconscious in that horrible reg gel; then he up and left to go to battle with Neroon, of all people!”
“Muchacha,” Hernandez said patiently. “There’s no such thing as the right time. You must tell him now, while you still have the time; or you might spend the rest of your life mourning over lost chances.”
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on 2019-03-15 04:09 pm (UTC)The roof was covered, but the gunman was busy concentrating on the policemen below, not watching his back against marauding bats. Stupid, really, but that was the criminal element for you. If they had any brains, they'd chose another profession.
Batman wrenched the man around and off his feet with one yank. This was his favorite parlor trick and it never failed to impress his quarry.
"Let me go," the man pleaded hoarsely, his hands tearing the black gauntlets.
"Is that really what you want?" Batman asked hoarsely, a smile tweaking the corners of his mouth. Never let it be said that the Batman was without a sense of humor. The man abruptly became aware of the fact that his toes were not only dangling inches from the roof surface, but that they were also suspended over the edge.
A spotlight suddenly caught them both in a shower of near-blinding white light, but the effect only further served to make the crimefighter look more opposing.
"Yes… No!" It suddenly sunk in that it might not be to his own benefit to be released.
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on 2019-03-15 04:35 pm (UTC)hope everyone has a good day too!!!! *steals
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on 2019-03-15 05:34 pm (UTC)Did a bit of research for my other story, I think it's going to be a series of short vignettes though how often have i changed my mind once I start writing.
It's in the 60s today (around 18C), back to seasonal temps next week, but right now spring is glorious :)
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on 2019-03-15 11:00 pm (UTC)I have done both these things today - 880 words and the third day finished, so I will have to get on with tackling the second day, which was longest. All this rather delayed by the computer having a hissy fit and refusing to close a tab it didn't like or change back to the tab I was writing it - fortunately it eventually decided to reload the tab with my words still there...
However further disappointment was still to come - the pub at Shalfleet had closed down, so, as I said at the time, I couldn't even be an ignominious failure With Beer.
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on 2019-03-16 03:01 am (UTC)(no subject)
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