Although I am currently in the middle of writing The Seventh Horn for National Novel Writing Month, I felt like posting up a little something on here. I don't want to completely forget about my casual posties while I'm endlessly slaving away on another project. Here's the first paragraph of the story I will write at some point in time called Clyde King (for the time being).
That might be my next project. If not it will be the one directly after XII. Should be fun."The trees whipped by at an unforgiving pace. The two men sat facing one another in the train’s cab silently and somberly. The sheriff reclined as he peered at the flying landscape, boot-tapping a rhythm to match the incessant click-clack of the rails below. As usual, the outlaw sat serenely, seeming to memorize the lines and scars of his hands."
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