Two heavy-set oafs in the insignia of the New King’s Army fondled their pistols with a juvenile excitement. A whispering unrest had settled over the near reaches of the domain in the last thirty-six hours, and no-one knew from whence it came. The chief of police in the capital expended thousands of man hours on the question, coming up fruitless. Reports crossing windowsills and back door thresholds suggested that his lieutenant had taken him out behind the station and shot him. The silent consensus agreed that this was a merciful act.
2010-11-01 07:09 am (UTC)
Re: From "To Kill a Queen"
I am intrigued!
2010-11-01 07:06 am (UTC)
From "The Door Into Everything"
Opportunity Knox woke to the sound of a metallic, robotic voicce saying her name. Over and over and over again. She groaned, blinking away the sleep from her eyes- to her hazy, late night vision, there was a glowing spot, slightly to the left of the darker glowing spot that was her window. “Jeremy? Shut up? It’s after three in the morning here.”
“I’m sorry, this can’t wait, Knox. We have a Problem.” Even in the inflectionless voice that Jeremy’s psychic power activated vocoder gave him, she could hear the capital letter that Problem had. It wasn’t reassuring— for a fish, Jeremy was surprisingly calm about things most of time, and if even he was saying it was a problem, it was definitely a problem.
2010-11-01 07:07 am (UTC)
Re: From "The Door Into Everything"
This has a fun, absurdist sci-fi angle that really reminds me of Douglas Adams' work. I like it!
2010-11-01 07:08 am (UTC)
Re: From "The Door Into Everything"
Hee, thanks. :) It's really silly horror/urban fantasy but I do like being compared to Douglas Adams!
The ones posted so far are great! Mine...well...sucks. LOL
Post it! Post it! Post it!
(I was just thinking to myself the other day, "I hope Michelle is writing again this year!")
I am! And it SUCKS SO BAD. You guys all started off with a bang. Mine started off like. Slow. Which is how they always start off. TOO MUCH DOG again.
I'm really just starting with a little back story before I introduce her to the other main character in the story. Gotta set up her usual day before things go a little haywire. I'm going with romance/suspense sort of thing this year.
Here's the first paragraph, sucktastic though it is. But I have over 2000 words now!
It had been a mediocre day. That was all Lina Jenkins could say of it. Oh, it started off well enough. Puppy class was always the perfect way to start the day. Puppies rarely had any problems, they were cute, and even the hardest of hearts couldn’t resist their charm. They had the attention span of a gnat but that ultimately wasn't that important this early in their lives. Class was far more focused on socialization, and they certainly got a lot of that.
Remus is said to be a small town with a big city feel, but this is usually said by those who have never seen much more than pictures of big cities, much less spent enough time in one to be able to ascertain and compare its feel to those of other cities. Still, Remus is a nice town with a nice population of twenty thousand or so nice people who all went about doing nice things in their nice ways. Today, the weather was a perfectly nice 20 degrees and Lori Sage was enjoying a nice drive with her nice mother to meet some people who would probably be very nice.
More than anything, Remus was a boring place for a teenager like Lori to live.
Little more than 100 but seemed silly to stop mid-sentence....
“Today’s your afternoon off to visit your mother, isn’t it, Rhiannon? Why don’t you head out? I can finish up here.”
Rhiannon smiled her gratitude at Lais, the other maid on her shift. They were tidying the room of Matthis, Duke Pelham’s nephew, who kept his chambers passably neat despite being a lad of twelve summers. It was the last room for which they were responsible; afterward, Lais would move on to laundry duties while Rhiannon had her coveted afternoon off, which came once a tenday.
“Thanks, Lais. See you tomorrow.” Rhiannon laid her dusting cloth neatly over the side of her bucket, and lifting the heavy pail with ease she hurried from the room. Unnoticed behind her, Lais waved a cheerful farewell, admiring the younger woman’s grace as always before bending back to her task.
Edited at 2010-11-01 05:53 pm (UTC)
Rosi, was it you who posted that Excel sheet the last two years where we could keep track of stats? Or was that from the NaNo site? I'd just reuse mine from last year but I'm using a different computer...
There's a new one every year, actually. I'll post it again when I get up, but if you want a jump on it, it's at TruckPoetry.net under Writing Tools.
“Claire...” he murmured in his sleep, the word escaping his lips like a sigh. It was no longer a name, in the past eight years it had become his mantra. She was the only thing that had propelled him through his endless days. For the first three years of his imprisonment, he found her face in every watch that he fixed. Every watch in New York ticked before him, all in discord, and for the first time in his life he had the ability to fix them all. A few years previously, the watchmaker would have been positively elated to be given all the time in the world to correct erroneous timepieces, but now that he found nobody attached to their wristbands, it was somehow not satisfying in the least.