Day 22: 880 words. – The barking of wild dogs scared her from her sleep. She bolted upright, the sound so close it felt like they were right beside the tent. What kind of animals lived out here? She regretted not doing more research before coming all this way. Staying in a tent in the …
Day 21: 800 words. Try to guess the prompt words – She felt decidedly overdressed. Between the excited children, the faint smell of manure, and the varying decibels of animal screams, Laura felt like a painting at… well, at a zoo, frankly. The dress bordered on inappropriate in the way it almost plunged too far …
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 …