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Today I
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wrote
3 (50.0%)
edited
3 (50.0%)
posted
0 (0.0%)
sent to beta
1 (16.7%)
researched
0 (0.0%)
planned
2 (33.3%)
had a cheeky break
0 (0.0%)
dealt with life
1 (16.7%)
My progress is
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Mean: 5.50 Median: 5.5 Std. Dev 0.96
Mean: 5.50 Median: 5.5 Std. Dev 0.96
woeful 1 | 0 (0.0%) | |
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2 | 0 (0.0%) | |
3 | 0 (0.0%) | |
4 | 1 (16.7%) | |
5 | 2 (33.3%) | |
6 | 2 (33.3%) | |
7 | 1 (16.7%) | |
8 | 0 (0.0%) | |
9 | 0 (0.0%) | |
wonderful 10 | 0 (0.0%) |
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Date: Sunday, December 13th, 2015 09:09 (UTC)Even Though I Knew the End
Date: Sunday, December 13th, 2015 21:52 (UTC)Three drops of blood fell to the cracked asphalt between my feet, landing on the sigil drawn with the scrapings of alarm clock paint and the spores of a Japanese mushroom picked on a moonless night. The moon hid her face, and magic happened.
It’s the principle of contagion and sympathy, see. My blood, activating the bio-luminescent properties of radium and the living glow of the fungus make the connection to the blood spilled here—
You know what, let’s skip that bit. The ground beneath my feet glowed, spreading along the alley in an obscene greenish smear. It touched everything that was blood and made it light up like the hands on a glow in the dark clock, or a—yeah, a fairy mushroom. I would study these photos and read these smears, divine how Miss MacIntyre died at the red-stained hands of the Half-Moon killer.