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Poison Poppies | Oz – Day 18 and 19
NaNoWriMo project retelling The Wizard of Oz raw writing days 18 and 19. Today our Ka-Tet finds themselves in the Poison Poppies with the bones of others.
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Saving the Scarecrow | Oz – day 17
Raw writing day 17 in my NaNoWriMo project where I work to retell The Wizard of Oz. Dorothy, Toto, Lion and Woodman must rescue Scarecrow from the river.
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The Raft | Oz – Day 16
Today is day 16 of my NaNoWriMo project in which I retell the classic, The Wizard of Oz. Today we find our band of friends struggling to cross a wide river.
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The River | Oz – day 15
So the Woodman took his axe and began to chop down small trees to make a raft, and while he was busy at this the Scarecrow found on the river bank a tree full of fine fruit. L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz Thoughts This chapter is really more of a transition chapter…
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The Kalidahs | Oz – Day 14
On day 14 of my NaNoWriMo project; retelling The Wizard of Oz, we meet the Kalidahs; mythical creatures with the heads of tigers and the bodies of bears.
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The Tree and the Ravine | Oz – Day 13
In day 13 of my NaNoWriMo project where I work to retell The Wizard of Oz, the group of 4 must find their way over a deep ravine.
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The Cowardly Lion | Oz – day 12
This is day 12 of my NaNoWriMo project in retelling The Wizard of Oz. Today we meet the Cowardly Lion and ask why is the Lion so afraid?
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The Woodman’s Story | Oz – Day 11
Day 11 of my NaNoWriMo project rewriting The Wizard of Oz. Today we hear the Woodman’s story, and a truly terrible story it is. The Woodman was cursed for love.
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Meeting the Woodman | Oz – Day 10
Day 10 of my NaNoWriMo project where I retell The Wizard of Oz. Today we meet the Woodman. “Standing beside it, …was a man made entirely of tin.”
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Scarecrow Tells His Story | Oz- Day 9
Day 9 of my NaNoWriMo Wizard of Oz retelling, in which Scarecrow tells the story of his creation. “If your heads were stuffed with straw, like mine.”
