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Post by Battlechantress on Oct 30, 2010 15:40:42 GMT 1
Nonfic day. Judicious use of f-bombs and too much fury to give a shit on the post.
Edit: Should probably be "Overuse" in the second sentence, but again, I don't give a shit.
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Post by Nemonus on Oct 30, 2010 17:45:40 GMT 1
Argh, I've been keeping up with these, I swear.
I may be even quieter during NaNo unless my ME fics wrest me back (which they might), but don't think I've forgotten you!
No idea what this is except I've wanted to do a story set in ancient Egypt; second one's practice for describing characters, and third one is Halloween and badly in need of a re-write:
10/27
He waded out into the water and filled the heavy ceramic pot to the brim. Green seaweed strands and dead fish, reflecting sun in patches like the ripples, floated past his calves on their way toward the delta. Cold water, dead water. Some things still lived; the boys caught the frogs that pushed themselves deep down into the mud. Those, though, were deep-eyed and tepid; ice chipping from their rounded bodies, they would only wake up if they were thrown.
Kahout lifted the pot from the water again and knocked off the trailing seaweed. He returned to the bank.
10/28
The cat rubbed along the banister like she was trying to form a perfect s-shape. Her white face with its long nose, sloped on either side like an African plateau, defied the long drop on the other side of the banister. She counted herself queen, from her diamond ears to her rosetta nose, of the carpeted steppes and the Fancy Feast food chain. Her eyes were green and glittering, freckled color around a reactive iris. She was heavier around the spine than around the belly, where the flesh hung as if she had recently given birth. It missed kittens.'
10/29
The creature stalked along the edge of the pumpkin patch, its paws pressing into the soft dirt, occasionally stepping on a stem. The air was cold, although leaves blazed hot desert colors, rust and sienna and adobe.
The creature was vine-hewn itself, leaf-minded; dug out of the earth of itself, turned inside-out, infinitely born.
It is autumn-orange in its eyes and leaf-tang in the smell of its fur, and it allows the children to walk beside it and occasionally, when something worse than Halloween scares them, lets the children rub their faces against its fur.
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Post by Battlechantress on Oct 31, 2010 2:36:23 GMT 1
100 word haiku was done but it's crap, so I'll just post it there in a few hours.
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Post by Nemonus on Oct 31, 2010 4:04:16 GMT 1
I'm eager to see it! Good luck with NaNo, by the way.
Failed attempt at lyrics:
10/30
It was the summer of 2003 and we walked backlots empty with trash-confetti, we were quiet, waiting, ready, and hometown starlets. We knew what we wanted, knew what we couldn't get, and the last set of the night, the black music danced along the highways, entranced and open singing, we knew it was three years after the end of the world.
It was the summer of 2003 and we knew that each other made the best company we would, pretend to meet over and over taking our time, learning each other if anything could be said to be meant to be, this was, meant to be this crowded emptiness, the summer of 2003.
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Post by Mister Buch on Oct 31, 2010 10:46:05 GMT 1
That was very good, Nemonus.
My last entry for October!
31st October 2010
Mister Laurie crept up the stairs, swaying from side to side, eating smarties. Up the spiral staircase of Castle Frankenstein. When he reached Peter's door he peered into the thin strip of black, widening it by half-inches and giggling. In his hand he clutched three Brandon Routh 'Superman Returns' action figures, painted green.
Peter is wearing his Ben 10 pyjamas. This does not make him any less of a genius.
Laurie creeeeeaaks open the door and steps through. The moonlight is weak but the atomic supermen glow in the dark.
'Mah-ster,' she whispers, 'the first batch is finished!'
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Post by Knightfall on Oct 31, 2010 13:02:54 GMT 1
Good job, team! It's been fun! xD
30 October 2010
A decently-sized crowd arrived from the town below to watch the elf hang. They wore proper dresses and suits, and some of them even brought their children.
The elf didn't understand any of it, but he didn't want to waste his precious time musing about the oddities of the human race. He'd done that enough in his life.
A guard tightened the rope around his neck, enough that it was rather uncomfortable, and the warden ascended the stairs to ask him, "Do you have any last words?"
The elf shrugged absently and said, "Don't blink."
Someone pulled the lever.
31 October 2010
As he began to fall, the elf's life flashed before his eyes; and given the density of his lifespan, that flash seemed like a very long time.
He saw the Kastarn Spire as it glowed bright with energy just beyond the Nightwisp Hills. Then came the Breaking of the Clan, where he received his weapon and the one direction he would follow for three years.
He saw the Edge of the World.
The last thing he saw, before everything got crazy, was a single arrow flying across his periphery. The rope around his neck went taut - then severed.
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Post by Mr. Glow on Oct 31, 2010 13:20:27 GMT 1
Well done everyone, I've certainly enjoyed reading your entries this month.
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Post by Mister Buch on Nov 1, 2010 2:11:22 GMT 1
Thank you, Glow. And thanks to everyone who wrote or commented! I've really enjoyed this writing challenge, just because we made it a group effort. I think that detail vastly increased the fun of the game. And it certainly improved my entries - made me put a bit of extra effort in. You all wrote some very good shorts, by the way. And Knight, I loved the end of the elf's tale. I honestly think that as a group, we wrote some of the highest quality entries this month! We should take them over. Those losers. And that's... one hundred!
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Post by ommadawn on Nov 1, 2010 3:12:35 GMT 1
I gotta say it again, this was magnificent. The quality and the variety of your posts had me looking forward to this thread each day. Snippets of lives, yeah. Great stuff.
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Post by Nemonus on Nov 1, 2010 4:33:57 GMT 1
"Snippets of lives." That's a good way to put it. Congradulations to everybody--you're all awesome.
My farewell, an old character of mine, who....said this:
10/31
The one thing you've really, really got to realize is that I'm not leaving.
I'll always be here. I've always been. You can't listen to that song, even that chord, without a glimpse of my narrowed-eyes voice and a hint of--oh, that was a good metaphor. Decent, anyway. Might even have explained something everybody feels but nobody's put into words before.
I'm always going to be peering down alleys, poking into language looking for new things to define. When we put it that way, I'm not so bad, now am I?
So embrace me. I might hit back.
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Post by Knightfall on Nov 8, 2010 6:54:15 GMT 1
Did anyone else catch that one of Nemonus's entries was featured on the front page of 100words.com? Congratulations! =D
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Post by Nemonus on Nov 8, 2010 7:10:13 GMT 1
Wait it was whut??
*goes to check*
That's awesome! And it's my creepy fanboy one too. XD Thanks for letting me know!
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Post by jklinders on Nov 8, 2010 13:21:37 GMT 1
Congrats Nemonus
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Post by Mister Buch on Nov 8, 2010 17:08:45 GMT 1
Up until yesterday BattleChantress was up there, too.
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Post by Battlechantress on Nov 8, 2010 23:16:14 GMT 1
Grats, Nemonus.
I WHAT?! For which entry? Gods know I did such a piss poor job on damn near all of them.
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