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(WORKING) TITLE? No One Who Saw It Could Forget It
THEMES? '40s Doc naturally, angst, historical fiction, science, change, loss, five hundred other metaphors i pull out of my ass
FIRST LINE / LAST LINE / FAVORITE LINE?
First: Twenty minutes later, his mind is still reeling.
Last (as of right now): The Sword of Damocles was a swift, precise instrument, severing neatly through muscle and bone with only the piercing chill of its steel left behind, crawling along his flesh.
Favourite line (as of this moment uhhhhhhh): It was only now, when forced to make decisions about what was considered important enough to him, that Emmett had to sit and measure out the entirety of his life up until this point in broad strokes and degrees of importance.
CURRENT WORD COUNT? 2711 words as of right now, not including outline/notes and various paragraphs I've crossed out.
ANY INSPIRATIONS? Lots of inspirations: the books I've been reading, old dilapidated buildings, industrial plants, last month's McFly July, the sights I saw on my six hour drive home yesterday—
PLAYLIST / THEME SONG(S)? Enola Gay by OMD is most definitely on this playlist. As are a couple tracks from the Oppenheimer film. I don't make playlists don't @ me.
ANY TRIGGER WARNINGS? There will be mental health issues present and discussed in later parts of the fic.