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Nano, Night 9
9 November 2007 01:14Got super distracted by the internet and all things intarweb this evening, I guess. That and the wordcounter on my laptop doesn't really work. (It kept telling me the same total even after I'd typed several hundred more words! >:[)
Word Count: 16,083
Writing Sample:
Again they pulled apart, and again they met. Althea covered her eyes at last, kept them locked tight under her fingers until a pained gasp touched her ears, and the sound of a sword thumping to the forest floor made her heart stand still. She tore her hands away from her face, and saw that Mosni had lost his sword, was holding his wrist in surprise – but the young man did not stand victorious.
Instead he again kneeled, in supplication. He had surrendered the fight at the last minute, his chest heaving and with the advantage clearly in his favor. He leaned heavily on his sword with his forearms, eyes downturned as he huffed his breath forcefully at the forest floor.
Word Count: 16,083
Writing Sample:
Again they pulled apart, and again they met. Althea covered her eyes at last, kept them locked tight under her fingers until a pained gasp touched her ears, and the sound of a sword thumping to the forest floor made her heart stand still. She tore her hands away from her face, and saw that Mosni had lost his sword, was holding his wrist in surprise – but the young man did not stand victorious.
Instead he again kneeled, in supplication. He had surrendered the fight at the last minute, his chest heaving and with the advantage clearly in his favor. He leaned heavily on his sword with his forearms, eyes downturned as he huffed his breath forcefully at the forest floor.