Gonna Attempt To Hop Onto This, But There May Be Missing Letters Of I Just Can't Find A Sentence That

Gonna attempt to hop onto this, but there may be missing letters of I just can't find a sentence that works

Going with the same story from before, still working on a name

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"P"erhaps it would even hibernate long enough for something to build upon it.

"A"lthough the building showed no signs of wear or repair you could feel its age.

"T"he central hall of heaven was lined with lockers and doors.

"I"'m nearing the exit again, I can feel it.

"E"choing emotion down the halls that allured.

Heaven"N".

"C"orneas bled, retinas sizzled, veins bursted.

I f"E"el funny, my mind swirling with words of writ.

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Okay so obviously I failed and had to make some adjustments, hopefully someone else can do better then me

Your word is Musing

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Rules:

Find a sentence in your WIP that starts with each letter of the anagram

My word: TREACHERY

The wind ruthlessly swept her around as Lystra plotted where she could land in the endless forest surrounding the tower so she would only suffer minor injuries, steering herself toward it.

Rylan smiled slowly and faintly, before replying mockingly, “If you take it as one.”

Evren and Reine, thinking exactly as she was, yelled at the same time, “Fourth base!”

As she blew out her fifth breath, she lifted her head and opened her eyes.

“Crazy,” she muttered. “Utterly crazy.”

“However,” he said, strolling to a rack off to the side, covered by a dusty curtain. He smothered his smile as he thought of her reaction, before continuing his earlier sentence, “we do have these.”

Even though it was her last day of wandering, she knew she wasn’t going to find the fortress.

Rylan stopped at a dusty tent, all conclusions pointing that the tent had not been used in quite some time, which, when associated with the Fae, could possibly mean hundreds of years.

“You certainly have guts,” the male said, a faint, amused smile playing on his face, and an eyebrow lifted elegantly, making him look more intimidating especially from Dorian’s position on the floor.

Your word: PATIENCE

leaving this as an open tag! <3

Okay, I don't think I'm going to end Everduring, but I am trying to write a short story for Jo

Calling it Amalgaton for now

Literally just started writing it so It might be bad

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The cold mud which blanketed Steve's face was affecting him more then expected. While the ditch provided suitable cover, and the chilling slop allowed him to avoid thermal sweeps, it would mean nothing to a frozen corpse. As his time in the muck increased Steve could no longer feel his toes. There was a gradually rising urge to emerge from the ditch while he still could, but with the nearby wiring of mechanical legs Steve's surroundings were unsafe.

In fact, till the amalgaton left, leaving the mud could prove fatal.

It was not currently hunting, instead only prowling the highway under a routine excursion. However, should the metal beast have found Steve then it would be upon him instantly; it's great legs tearing earth by the bound. /////////

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Or at least it is for me lol

From A Ballad Of Silver and Swords:

Napoleon swallows, forcing the words out, because Illya is so close and so familiar, and if the russki does not step back, he will not be able to help himself any longer. He might do something he will regret forever. His voice shakes a little as he whispers, “Illya… that’s not fair.” It sounds a weak protest, even to his own ears. Illya grits his teeth, eyes hard. “Is it? Is it so hard to answer?” Do you love me? the russki has asked.

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Sorry, quick edit, one of the Dragons of Deltora book was in a previous post, so it was actually there

BUT YOU CAN'T START ON DRAGONS OF DELTORA, YOU GOT TO START AT THE BEGINNING

Pov: you grew up reading weird fantasy in the early 2000s

My beloved

We went camping last night and I stupidly packed no sleeping bag cause I thought I would be in the car

I wasn't

I was in a tent, in my T-shirt, without socks cause I was in sandals, with only a blanket that did not even begin to cover me, and my jacket mistakenly taken off to try and use as a pillow

I'm cold

Progress with Everduring continues, though I'm beginning to reach some hiccups. It's taking so long to work on the first section of the dream I've forgotten much of the other two parts

I always really want to pause this and write a short story for Jo's birthday

Either way, here's some more of Everduring

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The central hall of heaven led to a large and cavernous atrium, its high ceiling scarcely lit by a dim chandelier. On the far side of the room the white walls bled into a vast panel of glass—outside there was only the void. When I would approach the windows my bones began to rattle, and my veins would oscillate. It hurts to draw near, causing a gradual building pain that rises until I could only flee.

The atrium felt different from most of the building. It was, for lack of a better explanation, preserved. The outer nothing was smoke, it had dried the living flesh eons ago, the marble coarse and like sandpaper upon my fingers. It was so dry that it seemed to draw out water from my skin like a vampiric, desert dwelling lizard. The beast was thirsty.

I think if I tipped a cup of water from my hand it would vanish instantaneously; a lake would seep through the cracks faster than you’d imagine; and only all the melted sustenance of the universe could purge its desire.

Dehydration did not go far enough to describe it. 

The beast was a grand and arid desert, but there was once a time when this was not so. If the beast could dream it would dream of these long ago days.

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From The Secret Portal Part Two (Akash POV)

I squinted at the chess board in front of me. I pursed my lips before moving my pawn on F2 forward a step. “Y’know you can only move pawns forward two spaces on your first turn,” said Robbie. “Yeah, I know,” I said. “I just didn’t feel like it.” Noelle moved her E7 pawn forward one. “See!” I said. “The chess master did the same thing!” “Yes, but she has a plan,” said Gabriel. “Who says I don’t?” I asked. Gabriel laughed. “Singh, I lost against her. I never lose.” “Hm,” I muttered, turning back to the board. “Just go with your gut instinct,” said Lexi. “This early in the game hardly matters.” I moved the pawn on G2 forward two steps. “There,” I said to Robbie. “Two steps. Happy?” Without hesitation, Noelle moved her queen to H4. “Checkmate.” “What?” I said. “Checkmate.” “No, there’s no—” I realized that with the two pawns out of the way, there was a straight shot to the king from where Noelle’s queen was. “Shit.” Robbie and Lexi doubled over laughing while Gabriel gave Noelle a high five. “Rematch!” I demanded. “Move your airborne ass, Akash,” Robbie said, pushing me aside. “I said I played the winner.” “Good luck,” I said, floating aside to be next to Gabriel. “That was brutal,” Tyler said, standing on the other side of the couch with Carla. “Rob! I call next turn with Noelle!” “How do you know I’m not gonna win?” “You’re not,” Tyler said. Carla laughed.

Fool's Mate is brutal. Happened to me once with a friend of mine, only he did it accidentally.

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