I have so many words written that I never post. So many stories and outlines started and left for new ideas; some abandoned and never finished. Some words get turned into new things or blend together to make something more. Pages and pages of words. I write for me and sometimes I will even share my words with others.
Anyway, enough of that. Have a little piece of writing that I liked.
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Leo looked at the two of them standing together. He motioned for them to get a little closer and snapped a picture. Usagi was a little more than a foot shorter than Leonardo and much smaller. He had a samurai build, slight and compact but strong. Leonardo looked huge next to him, but then again he looked huge next to most people, especially now that he’s got a healthy amount of weight on him. He imagined their swords sitting next to each other would have the same look – Usagi’s light katana, perfectly cared for and used properly in it’s battles against respectable opponents and Leonardo’s heavy sword, without access to proper care, full of nicks and scratches from all the abuse and heavy fighting against impossible opponents.
