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April ExoWriMo - Word Count Report In
Comment to this post and use the following format:
Subject: Day [date], [your username], [that day's word count]
Example: Day 1, Cutiesonthehorizon, 134 words
If you forget to report in during that day, no worries, post a comment the next day, just report with the date of the previous day in the subject line.
Please try and use the format mentioned above for the subject line so it'll be easier for us to keep an eye on the word counts. As to the comment itself, feel free to gripe about how hard the words were, or squee about how easily you wrote half a chapter! You can put in your favorite sentence, or add a link to the fic, whatever you feel like:)
To help you all out a bit, April was decided to be the month of AUs/Crossovers! You're of course welcome to create any kind of content, but if you want to get some inspiration, there are few AU/Fic generators:
http://writers-den.pantomimepony.co.uk/writers-plot-ideas.php
http://colormayfade.tumblr.com/generator
http://www.springhole.net/writing_roleplaying_randomators/au-idea.htm
Most of all, have fun and don't forget to report in:)
Day 2, cutiesonthehorizon, 1898 words
Here's a bit of a teaser:
As if feeling the gaze, the man lifted his head and looked straight at Peter. Their eyes locked and the man frowned, the pencil in his hand wavering, mouth parting in silent question. Peter swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. It was the man who broke the eye contact first as if in embarrassment. He resumed his drawing but Peter kept watching him and saw the occasional covert glances thrown his way, as if checking he was still there.
"You should be careful about that one," the chaplain sitting next to him warned with a soft smile and Peter startled. He totally forgot he wasn't alone.
"Sorry. What?"
The chaplain chuckled.
"That chap you're eyeing. He's a difficult man. His story is complicated and sad."
Peter wasn't even trying to pretend he didn't know what was going on. Instead he looked back towards the man on the grass, just to catch a quick glance his way and felt a shiver run down his spine.
"Who is he?"
"Father Marcus Keane."
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