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Babar vs the hunter and westboro baptist church 2

Now all of Celesteville was in a total panic! The hunter who they thought had perished years ago was alive and was out to revoke their protection rights so that he could hunt them all again! And the biggest non-conservatve hate group on earth and the second biggest (and most misognist) were on his side! Naturally, all the citizens were swarming the palace asking Babar about what they were going to do. He had no idea so he eventually had the barricade the palace doors tight. “Oh Celeste...” Babar said miserably. “I’m...I just have no idea what to do!” “There there BAbar.” Celeste said kindly. “

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Literature

Uncovered - Part One: The Change - S1 ELI

SIRENS ECHOED THROUGH the city. Sixteen-year-old Eli raced down the street towards a building. He climbed up the stone staircase towards the glass doors. The doors slid open as Eli rushed towards them. He had to reach the bottom floor in time. He was the last one.    Eli clenched his fingers around a small transparent screen in the palm of his hand. A message was opened on the screen. Eli had no time to close the message. He heard a computerized voice repeat the message in his ears, "It happened."    He raced through the building, passing statues of familiar faces. He knew almost every one of their names. He had no time to spare.    Eli ra

WriMo Showcase

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Kawena - Fallon Ref Sketch + Profile

WriMo Art

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WriMoProMo

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NaNoWriMo Calendar - ALL CAPS

Submission Archives

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Literature

OverSight Kid (An OverSight Series) - C1 - S?

Rex Date: December 30, 2123 Location: Hobbs, Western Colonies Sitting on the edge of the rooftop, he wondered if the twenty-story drop to the asphalt down below would even hurt. A soft sigh drifted over his lips from his mouth. It left warm, like a hot cup of cocoa on a winter day. He missed those kinds of days when he could feel the cold breeze as it brushed across his face.    Placing his nose on his arm, his grey eyes glowed from the street lights below him. His ears were numb with silence as the world around him felt distant, like strangers passing each other on the sidewalk. A deafening kind of silence that made everyone around him se

NaPoWriMo Week 1

65 deviations
Literature

Non-Humans: Surge - C1 The Storm - S2

In the darkness of the night, the boy stood on a balcony. His eyes skimmed at the dark night sky, over the rooftops of the surrounding buildings. Searching for an easy way out, just encase he needed to build away from the woman.    The boy glimpsed at the rooftop of the building next to the side of the apartment. He guessed that he could make do with jumping off of the balcony if he absolutely needed to.    A smile went across his face. He heard the woman's voice coming from inside the apartment. She stood behind the kitchen island with a cellphone up to her ear. The boy listened closely to the man on the other side of the phone line. He

NaPoWriMo Week 2

44 deviations
Literature

Locked Up - a Flash Fiction piece

Pouring down over her hair, she felt her anxiety circling the drain. Her hand rustled her hair, dripping soak from the faucet above her head. Pain from the water sizzled over her flesh.    She felt her eyes closing as the mist around her coated her in a shield. The drawing sound of the water dripping down her back, charmed in her frightened ears. She opened her eyes with caution.    Tiled walls around her sang for her touch. Reaching her hand towards the cold damp marble, she felt her anxiety building once more.    Deep inside her body, the warmth of the shield of mist covered her. She narrowed her light hazel eyes at the tile on the wall.

NaPoWriMo Week 3

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Literature

Non-Humans: Surge - C1 The Storm - S3

In the morning, the woman walked down a white-walled hallway. Glass windows shimmered over her head. Pools of light illuminated the hallway from the glass windows above.    The woman wore a black dress shirt, with a tight black dress that hugged around her hips. An upgrade from the outfit she wore the night before. One that made her seem inferior in every way.    Her hand lifted up from her side. She held her hand up ask her eyes glistened at her stunning reflection in the glass door.    A computer screen appeared in front of her face. Scanning her eyes within minutes. A simple clicking sound, told the woman when the computer was done.

NaPoWriMo Week 4

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