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NaNoWriMo Day 15: See You Soon

Do you ever feel like you’re being watched? (you are)

As if, should you turn around fast enough, you’d catch the watcher? (bad idea)

Do you feel frozen in spot at times because to move would draw attention to you and the last thing you want would be to be noticed? (they will notice)

Do you laugh to yourself after you’ve finally forced yourself to move because you think you’ve scared yourself for no reason? (there was a reason)

Do you feel these instances of watchfulness or terror are happening more often? (they are)

Congratulations! You’ve been selected as our next meal. (see you soon)


NaNoWriMo Day 14: Reincarnation Inc.

“Welcome to the preliminary processing section. We’re sure you’re all very excited to be here, after all, this is the first stage in selecting your life designation. In the first area, you are evaluated for your suitability towards certain lifestyles; after all, not everyone has the temperament or temerity for all the choices offered through our institution. After initial processing, you’ll proceed along with others who meet the same criteria to the familial prototype selection section, and from there, on to the birthing preparation room. From there, you’ll be sent along to your begin new life designation.”

“Congratulations on your imminent new life journey. I’m sure you’ll be perfect in your new designations. After all, it’s what we do best.”


NaNoWriMo Day 13: Silence

After the explosions, they say the world became quiet. Communications ceased, the power was out, transportation came to a standstill. They say the world became quiet.

But they were wrong.

Before it became quiet, first there was the confusion. The search for missing people. The screams of pain. The cries of the lost.

Then the cold came. The bitter, freezing temperatures that froze the world. Humans tried but could not adapt and began to die. A few at first, but as the world became colder and darker, fuel became more scarce, food ran out, and humans died.

The world became silent.


NaNoWriMo Day 12: What We’re Made Of

‪we’re all just fairy tales ‬

‪and make believe dreams‬


NaNoWriMo Day 11: Snow Day

The sun shone overhead, an impossibly bright white spot bracketed by sun dogs, in a crisp and bitter blue sky. The sunlight glittered on the snow so bright it blinded if looked upon too long. It was so cold the air froze eyelashes and, if one took to careless a breathe in, painfully froze the hairs in ones nose.

The child stood at the top of the hill and looked down, a string clenched in his mittened hand. It was the perfect day to go tobogganing.


NaNoWriMo Day 10: Don’t Be Too Sure Where You Stand

The man stood in the light waiting, unsure of what he was waiting for, but sure that something was coming. He was patient, for he was also sure that to demand an appearance would only serve to lengthen his stay in the light. The man stood facing forward, although how he knew which direction was front or back was a mystery to him, not turning his head left nor right, his eyes focused on a point in the distance.

The man thought he was wise.

He thought he was patient.

The man was a fool.

Had he only looked to his left, he would have seen the exit.


NaNoWriMo Day 9: Tag

Day 9

1… 2… 3…

The children run. Half run for the joy of the game; the others, the smart ones, ran out of terror.

4… 5… 6…

The children ran and hid. Some hid in obvious spots, behind a tree, in a bush. Others ran further, looking for deeper, harder to reach spots that they could see the path from.

7… 8… 9…

The children are hidden. Some giggle because they think they’re clever to find such good spots. Others stifle sobs because they know there are no good spots.

10… ready or not, here I come!

And I am so very hungry.


NaNoWriMo Day 7: The Very Best Boy

Day 7

Death stood next to the dog and said, “it’s time to come with me.”

“But my human. What will she do without me?”

“She will be sad for a while”, Death replied.

“I don’t want her to be sad. I want her to play always and be happy.”

“She will grieve for a while, but death is a part of life, and humans must learn to move forward through the sorrow.”

The dog thought about this while Death waited patiently. “Was that my purpose then? To help my girl learn this lesson?”

“No,” Death answered. “Your purpose was to bring joy and love, and you did that very well.”

“Was I a good boy?”

“The very best boy,” said Death.


NaNoWriMo Day 6: Stories

‪“Stories that start ‘Once Upon a Time’ are tricky; if you’re not careful, readers will expect them to end with ‘they all lived happily ever after’” the old man said. ‬

‪“Or that they all lived to the end” the girl replied. ‬

‪“Or that they were even alive to begin with” he retorted.‬


NaNoWriMo Day 4: Ask For Directions First

The man walked, a journey of 1001 days through forests, deserts, and fields; past towns, villages, and grand cities. He travelled alone, speaking to no one, over mountains, across oceans and seas, and through terrible, twisting caverns until, finally he arrived.

“Oh Great Sage of Life! Grant me your wisdom! Tell me the secret to living forever!” he boomed, importantly to the hermit in the cave.

“You stupid fool!” came the reply. “I am the Great Sage of Taxes. You wanna know how to do your taxes? I’m your Sage, otherwise, clear off! And stop and ask directions next time you great buffoon, you look like an idiot.”