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Longrass VI (from the cutting room floor)

Day 33. 86 pages, 38,655 words.

As it ascended the fourth terrace, the glowing stranger became aware of a keening note, plaintive and soft, coming from beyond the final terrace. 341 more words

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Longrass V (from the cutting room floor)

Day 32. 80 pages, 35,797 words.

The traveller did not panic. It knew, perhaps instinctively, perhaps from the long years it had spent in the realm of the long grasses, that the worm would not venture from its own specific depth – not up the invisible slopes, at least. 249 more words

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The Tramp: A First Look

Day 31. 78 pages, 34,917 words.

I wasted a bit of time and effort a few days back, making a series of maps. They’re mostly still blank and they’re done scrappily in MS Paint rather than a nice vector graphics tool like I’d prefer, and there’s no real design or architectural planning going into them… but I couldn’t really bring myself to use my work resources to draw these, and dang if those vector tools aren’t expensive. 508 more words

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Longrass IV (from the cutting room floor)

Day 29. 67 pages, 30,709 words.

It seemed like nothing so much as a patch of pure darkness, darker even than the shadows beneath the long grass. 878 more words

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Longrass III (from the cutting-room floor)

Day 22. 41 pages, 18,665 words.

When it reached the visitor’s armpits the visitor stopped again, looking out over the plain from apparent ground-level. 485 more words

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Longrass II (from the cutting room floor)

Day 14. 26 pages, 12,759 words.

It was as soft and spongy as it looked, cropped close to the ground in a machined-looking manner. It was like a bowling green, like a billiard table. 341 more words

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Longrass I (from the cutting room floor)

Day 12. 22 pages, 11,199 words.

The grass waved.

Acre after acre of soft, fluffy-looking green grass, beneath a cloudless violet sky. Flat, featureless, and seemingly endless, it waved mindlessly in the gentle breeze. 414 more words

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