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rosefox: In 1813, a lending library clerk discusses books with a customer. (valour advances)
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calm lonely defeated cold love hope
shock relief tears laughter thrilled remorse


4: Anticipation.

Nathaniel's heart pounded as he found a place on the benches that passed for pews in the shabby room that passed for a church, and he scarcely heard a syllable of the homily, where ordinarily he would have been riveted; perhaps it was sinful to neglect the word of God and bend all his thoughts toward the moment an hour hence when he would dare to accompany Sir Henry upon his afternoon walk, but men were dead in sin by nature, and in this he was very much a man.

5: Calm.

Many young women of the noble classes began their days before a looking-glass, managing their posture and expressions as maids managed their hair and dress, but Sìnàkide was likely the only one who practiced an air of distant, untouchable serenity rather than a winsome smile; her ambition was not to win a man's heart or awaken a woman's jealousy but to escape their attentions altogether, as though she herself were the looking-glass from which all other gazes were reflected away.
4 May 2017 01:16 - 30 in 30, day 3: tired
rosefox: A zombie from a Nintendo game. (tired)
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calm lonely defeated cold love hope
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3. Tired.

Henry's daily walks exhausted and pained him, but nothing could be more wearying than a rainy day spent immobile on the detestable lumpy sofa, his propped-up leg hidden beneath the card table as Miss Silverthorne bested him in yet another interminable game of draughts or chess; and no night was less restful than a night that followed such a day, as though his body were attempting to balance his inaction by contorting and shifting endlessly upon the mattress until the light of dawn brought him a few hours of incongruous slumber.
3 May 2017 00:41 - 30 in 30, day 2: shock
rosefox: In 1813, a lending library clerk discusses books with a customer. (valour advances)
These one-sentence stories are almost impossible to do with dialogue, which makes me realize how dialogue-focused my stories are! Fortunately the nature of Regency English allows me to abuse sentence-lengthening punctuation with impunity.

overwhelmed anticipation exhaustion humiliation optimistic surprised
confused sympathy anger sad energetic hyper
pleased thankful mischievous bliss tired broken
calm lonely defeated cold love hope
shock relief tears laughter thrilled remorse


2: Shock.

TW: minor injury and blood )
1 May 2017 23:39 - 30 in 30, day 1: hope
rosefox: In 1813, a lending library clerk discusses books with a customer. (valour advances)
I decided to do this May writing challenge from [community profile] fffc (found via [personal profile] miss_s_b) because surely I can manage a sentence a day. Of course, they're supposed to be "one-sentence stories", which is harder than just a sentence! And I'm doing it for Valour Advances the Man, so no one but me will have much context for it. But let's give it a go anyway, because I really have to get back to writing after bogging myself down in research (though the research is fascinating). I'll bold the prompts as I do them, to keep track.

overwhelmed anticipation exhaustion humiliation optimistic surprised
confused sympathy anger sad energetic hyper
pleased thankful mischievous bliss tired broken
calm lonely defeated cold love hope
shock relief tears laughter thrilled remorse


1: Hope.

In the quiet hours between when Miss Waters went to bed and Mrs. Waters returned from the tavern, when the only sound in the house was the occasional creak of old timbers settling, Nathaniel sat in his chilly little attic room, by his cloudy little window, staring out at London's fog-haloed street lamps; and he allowed himself to picture a much finer house in which, perhaps, another man sat by a much larger and clearer window, staring out over another London street and thinking of him.
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