Sophie Clark


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I am the author of Getting Out: Escape is harder than he’d ever imagined and QP-id: Love, Sex and Nano-Machines. I am currently in the process of writing my third book Of Dolls and Men.

Joined 02 January 2019.

Total writing: 113 days.

Current streak: 113 days.

Total word count: 59698 words (528 words on average per post)

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Snippet from Silence.

14 hours ago, for day 114 by Sophie Clark

“So,” Abaki said after the fog had cleared. “This is what it’s like. I did always wonder.” She blinked and chuckled up at the ceiling before managing to roll her head to face her lover. “The Great Ryuu Ishida.” She prodded him playfully in the side. “I’m so tempted to...

The Missing Unicorn - Part 8

1 day ago, for day 113 by Sophie Clark

Part 7 here "You were being over dramatic as unicorns so often are" Flynn stepped in arrogantly pointing his wand at him. "Ok," said Isobel rubbing her eyes. "I'll get you a photo now, you need to go back before anyone else notices you're here." "Isobel!" The cry came...

A random bit from Silence of the Hunters

2 days ago, for day 112 by Sophie Clark

Miriam looked up from her book when she heard the sound of movement coming from the bed. Sebastian was sitting up, looking down at Ryuu with what appeared to be genuine affection. The man had bitten him until the sheets were bloody and fucked him so hard that she was...

The Missing Unicorn. Pt5

3 days ago, for day 111 by Sophie Clark

Previous , First "But why did you come here then? What was it you needed to do?" Isobel was curious, no longer scared of the unexpected character of the unicorn. "Well... " said Crustophe. " I will tell you but first I need you to do something for you...

The Missing Unicorn - pt2

6 days ago, for day 108 by Sophie Clark

Part One Taking off from where the fabulous Carmen L Clark started off! Night had fallen and Isobel was supposed to be asleep. She couldn't sleep, however, because of a strange glowing coming from the bedroom window. Quietly, she slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the window so her...

A story in text messages.

1 week ago, for day 107 by Sophie Clark

16:03 From El-chan: I saw this and thought of you. There was a picture of an ornamental dagger, inlaid with red and gold gems, and sharpened to a wicked point. 16:45 From El-chan: I am beginning to feel uneasy at the lack of response. Is this normal? 16:55...