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  • #2
    I am sorry to ask and must appear Ignorant once again-where do I actually click to get a page to type my story?
    "? ",qouz"! ' c. mackay from extraordinary popular delusions and the madness of the crowds.

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    • #3
      It's easy once you know how wiredwullff
      Just click the "new thread" button when viewing the Enclave Story Challenge (2015) forum.

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      • #4
        What Rothgo said. I usually write my stories in Word, then cut and paste them into the thread.

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        • #5
          I'm done. I have already completed the sequel to this story, but will wait until October to post so the challenge will not be affected.
          Lord Warshaw the Unknown

          "Except in dreams, you're never really free." Warren Zevon, Desperados Under the Eaves.

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          • #6
            Grats Good work indeed!

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            • #7
              Okay, it's finished. Done. bit of a marathon putting the final words down. I'm not sure that I like myself ... or my character, or the situation he winds up in. If I'd filled it out a bit more ... Dr Rosemary Luxemburg doesn't show half her ruthlessness in the only conversation I've given of hers. And Dr Lewis Robert Stephenson comes across as a bit of a wally ...
              sigpic Myself as Mephistopheles (Karen Koed's painting of me, 9 Nov 2008, U of Canterbury, CHCH, NZ)

              Gold is the power of a man with a man
              And incense the power of man with God
              But myrrh is the bitter taste of death
              And the sour-sweet smell of the upturned sod,

              Nativity,
              by Peter Cape

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              • #8
                But you finished, and that's great. Congrats.

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