7-77-7-7: Yes, Even Editors Get to Play Along

77777. No, it’s not a Mayan doomsday prophecy. It’s a lot of writers all sharing a piece of their latest work-​​in-​​progress. If you’re not familiar with this ‘share chain,’ you go to either page 7 or 77 of your current work in progress, scroll down 7 lines, and then copy the next seven lines into your status box. Then tag 7 other writers to do the same.

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Actual image of inside Atomic Fez Headquarters.

The fiendish part of this is that I am not a writer. Editing, publishing, proofing; all of that. “That’s bad writing, and you do good writing! Do some of the good sort of writing in this bit of the story” is more my line of things. Actual writing; no.

So, here’s the three things being worked upon currently here in Atomic Fez’s secret underground lair [image, right]. Note that these are all not to be taken as “finished”, because there’s still things to do, including grammar and punctuation checking (plus who knows what else).

So… here we go then!

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Sleepless Knights, by Mark H. Williams, page 77

“Merlin!” I shouted, over the escalating din. “Close the portal!” The hooded head shook from side to side and the figure rose up through the hole to mid-​​torso. “We have made a mistake!” I cried, “Go back!” The wizard was now out up to his waist. A bolt of lightning sent another shower of rubble down on my head. With a loud thooming rush, Merlin shot clear out of the ground and up through the hole in the roof. The cave mouth was nearly blocked by debris, and, as I squeezed out through the remaining gap, another rock-​​fall closed it up behind me.

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I, Death by Mark Leslie, page 77:

“Shouldn’t you go?” I asked Julie. “I mean, her new boyfriend just died, after all, and …”

She interrupted me. “Sarah hasn’t been with anyone since you guys broke up, Peter.”


“I don’t know what you’ve been hearing, but she hasn’t been seeing anyone, – certainly not Chad – and she hasn’t even been spending time with me or any of her other friends all that much. She just wants to be left alone.”

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Unnatural Acts by John Llewellyn Probert (feel free to make a joke at this point, everyone else will), page 77:

“Well I’m sure you won’t get many clients where that happens,” David said. His words came out with far more venom than he had intended and he regretted it when Arielle looked hurt.

“I meant for your loss,” she said. “I can’t begin to imagine what it’s like, losing the one you love.”

“I’d gladly tell you,” David said, “Only right know I think I’d go insane if I had to try to put it into words.”

“That’s okay, you don’t have to,” she said.

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Thus, here we go with the taggage:

  • Christopher Fowler
  • Guy Adams
  • Chris Rothe
  • Carol Weekes
  • Paul Magrs
  • Nev Fountain
  • Barbara Gordon

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