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This is the last thing I wrote in my attempt at NaNoWriMo this year before giving up. I've added stuff to the actual story now, but this is the last I wrote in the month of November.
Once upon a time, there was a chicken with plumage that shone like sun and sparkled like a prepubescent girl's glittery eye shadow. Villagers came from miles around to see this magnificent chicken, and many commented that it was warm to the touch and smelled like spun brass, whatever the hell that means. I don't know. I'm just putting words down on the page. I actually want to win this goddamn thing, which means 3000 goddamn words a day. More than that, actually.
FUCK BISCUITS!
So, as I was saying, this was one gorgeous chicken. I mean it was as gorgeous as hell. Not that hell is gorgeous. Hell is kind of tacky. What with the flames and the... just ew. It's just ew.
Gahhhhd. I have no idea what to write. And, yeah, that word at the beginning of this paragraph was a mix between Gahhhh and God, because you know what? Gahhhhd is wish your heart makes, when you're fast asleep.
Horrible horrible horrible horrible biscuits. Gravy! Biscuits. Gravy! You know what? Biscuits and gravy, because I can fucking do that.
This is the last thing I wrote in my attempt at NaNoWriMo this year before giving up. I've added stuff to the actual story now, but this is the last I wrote in the month of November.
Once upon a time, there was a chicken with plumage that shone like sun and sparkled like a prepubescent girl's glittery eye shadow. Villagers came from miles around to see this magnificent chicken, and many commented that it was warm to the touch and smelled like spun brass, whatever the hell that means. I don't know. I'm just putting words down on the page. I actually want to win this goddamn thing, which means 3000 goddamn words a day. More than that, actually.
FUCK BISCUITS!
So, as I was saying, this was one gorgeous chicken. I mean it was as gorgeous as hell. Not that hell is gorgeous. Hell is kind of tacky. What with the flames and the... just ew. It's just ew.
Gahhhhd. I have no idea what to write. And, yeah, that word at the beginning of this paragraph was a mix between Gahhhh and God, because you know what? Gahhhhd is wish your heart makes, when you're fast asleep.
Horrible horrible horrible horrible biscuits. Gravy! Biscuits. Gravy! You know what? Biscuits and gravy, because I can fucking do that.