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As an avid non-reader of novels it would be utter hypocrisy for me to attempt to write one. I will treat this instead like a textual Inktober: every day, write some bit of fiction. Preferably over 50 words, but like I've been doing with Inktober (which ended up being mostly practising handwriting with these fountain pens) I will have no standard beyond "something".
Here's a threefer as it seems I'm already behind.
1: ( She lit a cigarette and leaned back against the beaten-up old leather sofa. )
2: ( She stepped out onto the desert plain and beheld the shimmering torus. )
3: ( This was it. He did it. This was simply the best fucking grilled cheese sandwich mankind had ever made... )
Here's a threefer as it seems I'm already behind.
1: ( She lit a cigarette and leaned back against the beaten-up old leather sofa. )
2: ( She stepped out onto the desert plain and beheld the shimmering torus. )
3: ( This was it. He did it. This was simply the best fucking grilled cheese sandwich mankind had ever made... )