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Metrics for Blood Sacrifice
Goal for the Day: 750
Actual words written: 966
Starting line: Shanna winced as the girl raised her head and keened, a long, low, undulating sound that scraped across nerves wrung raw by the echoes of sex and pain that coated the area.
Ending line: “Go for it.” Shanna nodded to Justin, who let his shields fall. “Let’s go. We need Rick again.”
Darling: The dead girl screamed, then laughed; the edge of madness laced through her cries ripped at Shanna’s heart, an ache of regret that would only vanish when her killer was brought to justice.
Good Things: The body is no longer adorning the church's front lawn.
Mean Things: Shanna lied to the police chief.
Yup, worked on the short story today. I needed to get some Shanna on the page.
Actual words written: 966
Starting line: Shanna winced as the girl raised her head and keened, a long, low, undulating sound that scraped across nerves wrung raw by the echoes of sex and pain that coated the area.
Ending line: “Go for it.” Shanna nodded to Justin, who let his shields fall. “Let’s go. We need Rick again.”
Darling: The dead girl screamed, then laughed; the edge of madness laced through her cries ripped at Shanna’s heart, an ache of regret that would only vanish when her killer was brought to justice.
Good Things: The body is no longer adorning the church's front lawn.
Mean Things: Shanna lied to the police chief.
Yup, worked on the short story today. I needed to get some Shanna on the page.