Day 20: 535 words. – “Geoffroy,” the old woman called as she teetered across the playground. “Geoffroy, come here now, you rascal.” A couple on a bench looked on as the woman made her slow trek by the jungle gym, around the carousel, and under the monkey bars. She looked a little harried, her gray …
Day 20 (actually finished it yesterday): 530 words – Oh God, he didn’t know if he could control himself. He shivered as a fox with large eyes and a bushy tail, one he could run his fingers through, sauntered by him. He wasn’t sure if it was a female or a male fox, but he …
Hullo, all. Welcome to week 4 of the run through NaNo. Time for my progress report for week 3. I do this to reinforce my goal of writing something every day even if I don’t make the required word count. The original theme for the week was fantasies, but after two weeks of themes I …
Day 18: 950 words. Prompt words are clandestine, fractal, photograph, and coat. – She placed her hand on the desktop and settled her chin in her palm. Watching him lecture, watching me become animated as he described the correlation between mathematic equations and the recurring patterns in mature. It was almost erotic to watch. “Think …
Another week, another set of restrictions. The man takes pleasure in holding us down even as they themselves use the exact same advantages to get ahead. Leave me to enjoy my sex in peace, I say. Don’t want the man polluting that source of joy, too. So here’s me sticking it to the man with …
Day 17: 540 words. Spider and Chronicle – “Sanctimus Faniumi.” Warwick waved his hands over the book and watched the words glow. “Prisim Prisemi Protis Protsi.” The words rose, hovered inches from the page before bursting into a million pieces. He blew a big breath over the book and the glitter dissipated. Warwick’s face …
Extra post: 525 words – Washed up. Those words were burned into her mind’s eye, the only thing she could truly remember from the critic’s corner section of the newspaper. It served no purpose dwelling on it, but her hand sought out the article without thought. She pulled the paper close, griping the sherry glass …
Day 16: 450 words. Prompt was tranquility/words of peace. – “Bow at the waist, hands to the floor. Press the weight of the world down and into the ground so Mother Earth absorbs it, giving back love and positive light.” Lacey rolled her eyes so hard she worried they’d fall out of her head for …
Extra post: 378 words and one for Wicked Wednesday The ping on the iPad drew her back to her bed, coffee cup in hand. She took a sip of her drink while she keyed in her password. One message popped up on the screen. Ready for a call? Yes, I’m ready. The screen changed so …
Day 15: 842 words. Was inspired by someone I know. – She was walking in a fog, had been for the last four days. No amount of coaching and talking could change the way she felt since he’d left. That morning replayed over and over. “I love him, Claire.” His handsome face seemed more lined …