Bre Writes Daily
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They all sit, huddled around the small waiting room, waiting for news. In one room, their grandmother is fighting for her life after a fall and a broken hip. In another, their daughter is in labor with their first grandchild. The timing couldn’t be more perfect, or more imperfect. Both are in surgery now. A…
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Note: I had to look up what Earthflax was. It was a multifaceted search, but I learned something new! To look at such a beauty, one wouldn’t think she could be so dangerous. As she sat there at the table, building her model airplanes and chewing on the end of her paintbrush, she looked so…
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The planned expansion did not go as planned. Around every corner, another snag waited. Workers got hurt, plans got lost, people simply started to disappear. Still they pushed forward. Despite the tragedy that surrounded the new building project, the foreman brought his daughter to work with him. “Daddy,” she said, pulling on his sleeve as…
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He was too perfect. He could complete difficult tasks with ease, and do it all with a smile. There had to be something wrong with him. For months, he had everyone else fooled, but she found out his secret when he slammed the stack of paperwork on her desk when no one else was looking…
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Happy May Everyone! I have wanted to do a challenge like this for months, something to help me blog every day and flex some writing skills. I could not find anything that looked like fun, so I made one. Here’s what I came up with: I chose 31 random words, one for each day of…
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Well, another month of writing and goals done. April is always a bit of a tough month for me, with difficult anniversaries, but it ended up working out well in the end. Goals from April: Camp NaNoWriMo: 40,180 Ghost House Heart: 14,770 I finished Under Grey Skies with a total of 138,799 words and 11,247…
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Week Two is over and gone. Thank goodness! Because it struck with a vengeance. Week Two is traditionally when the act of writing gets difficult and writers reach walls or struggle through their drafts. I am no exception to that, but with a few more issues during the week. Day Eight: 2,525 (I broke a…
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One week of NaNoWriMo 2019 is now completed for all the writer’s working on their novels this year. I am very happy to say that it has been a very productive week for me, despite having a few “low” days. My goal for this month is 120K, twice the goal of 50K and then some.…
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For the first time this month, I’ve done something I have never done. I finished Inktober, but it was Inktober with a twist. In October, I participated in Inktober (Writer Edition). Fifty words of fiction daily. I did it with a twist yet again, and added ink drawings as well. Here’s what I learned: Writing…
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October is swiftly coming to a close and November is beckoning. Thousands of people are putting away their ink pens and pulling out their laptops instead. October has been very productive for me. Here’s what I’ve done: October Results: Finished The Kiss: 128,888 (Notes:12,678) Inktober: 1665 Total: 44,415 Other Things: Edits: I have printed out…
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August Results August has been a very interesting month for writing. I’ve been distracted by a fewcthins here and there and working on a few projects that have been super fun this month. The Kiss: 25737 Seven short pieces for Hidge Week (You can start with Day One): 3507 LE poetry (Winter Here): 40 Fanfiction:…
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Guess who finished Camp NaNoWriMo with 55K? This girl! The story is still in full swing, so back to writing I go!
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Camp NaNoWriMo is in full swing. I set my goal for 25K and told myself I would write every single day this month. Well, on July 10th, I hit 25K. I hit 25K in 10 days, and there’s still 21 days left in July. So I have now increased my goal to 60K for July…
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She keeps the dead plants in their pots to remind her that she’s still living. They’re dead and dried and curled up on themselves, but they remind her that even in the best conditions, things just die anyway. She looks at the dead plants on her window sill and remembers to live her life to…
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There’s an old man, Sitting at the bar, Crumpled up on a barstool. He turns to you, More full of drink, Than motivation, And hands you his card. “Penny for your thoughts?”, He asks with a crooked smile. You find that your head is empty.
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He uses Binoculars because he is afraid to touch her. He’s afraid to talk to her, to face her head on. He’s scared because he fears she will laugh at him, reject him, avoid him. He wants to talk to her, but the fear swallows him up whole. He finds that he likes watching her…
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Dear you, I drove by the park where we used to hang out after school. It’s been years, but the playground is still standing, the rust crawling up from the sand and eating away the paint. The benches are still there, cracking with age, splintering away more and more with each rain. The tree is…
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The list in her hands was old. The page crumpled up multiple times, as if shoved into a pocket or a fist several times. The names were scribbled in a quick scrawl, the red X’s across them a sign of something. “What is this?” She asked, gazing up from the list at the man in…
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He rolls the dice in his hands like they mean something to him, blows on them like they really are hot between his palms, says prayers in as many languages as he knows, as if he believes in all those higher powers. It still isn’t enough and he loses his gamble with Death. Not with…