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Post by Mr. Glow on Jan 2, 2011 10:08:02 GMT 1
Heh, I started this last night. I don't know if anyone else is doing it this month, but I thought, why not post this anyway? I don't really have much of an idea what to do, but for now, I'm working on a ongoing Assassin's Creed fanfic.
1st January 2011
Synchronizing...
The white lines slice into my brain. The icy blue fog spreads in every direction. I can sense the earth moving up towards me, something forcing it to be real, or rather, to be real again.
I see a meadow, daisies scattered liberally among long grass, overlooking a small village. Christ, it looks like something from the Stone Age. You don't see this sort of thing in London! That's the last place I can recall before... this.
I become aware of a tree behind me. Craning my neck, I see ripe, juicy apples growing from the branches.
Synchronization established.
2nd January 2011
Arlette Ward, 1555, England
I know I'm climbing the tree before I conciously decide to. My eyes are fixed on the fruit it bears. My feet know the quickest footholds, have I climbed this tree before? It certainly feels like it.
My gaze focuses on the biggest apple, nearly fifteen feet above me, a great length for a seven year old, but I'm hungry, and we won't eat for hours.
I have the apple! Nothing can hold back the hungry. Papa always says that, and he always says that many people in England are hungry. I do not understand him.
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Post by Mister Buch on Jan 2, 2011 16:50:53 GMT 1
I think you're the only one doing it this month! But we'll be reading anyway.
I'm afraid Assassin's Creed is right over my head. But so far, I am enjoying. Both of them are very nicely written, man.
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Post by Battlechantress on Jan 2, 2011 23:31:41 GMT 1
Honestly, I would do it this month with you Glow, just so you wouldn't have to go it alone, but I am completely out of ideas right now and need to recharge my brain. We'll be a captive audience for you, though!
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Post by Battlechantress on Jan 3, 2011 1:38:04 GMT 1
Oh hell, I am doing it anyway after all. I don't have a story arc in mind for this month, however. Expect lots of rambling and nonfic!
2 January 2011
"You don't look like a runner." I look at the reporter and shrug. I get that a lot. These days, if you don't appear to have an eating disorder then you supposedly can't manage a fifty mile run, never mind a five mile jog around the park. I go on to tell her that I am not good at running short distances. Even a one legged man can beat me in a 5K. But sign me up for a 12 hour run in a downpour and I will kick your ass. Sadly, endurance matters little in this speed-obsessed age.
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Post by Mr. Glow on Jan 3, 2011 22:15:46 GMT 1
Thanks for your interest everyone! I'm glad I won't be doing it alone, actually.
3rd January 2011
It's not as easy climbing down. I never worry when I can see what I'm climbing, but I have to feel my way down with my feet. I know a fall from this height would hurt.
Nervously, I descend, my heart slowing greatly as I reach the grass.
I sit against the tree and examine my prize. Lifting the apple into the weak sunlight, I admire the way the light glints off the red surface. It's not long before the temptation gets the better of me.
I gnaw away at the apple, quickly reducing the fruit to a barren core.
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Post by Battlechantress on Jan 3, 2011 23:42:12 GMT 1
3 January 2011
I would walk along the shore at dawn, waiting for the red of the sun in the east to turn orange and then blue. The marsh grass would bring along its own pungent smell as the tides changed and altered course. The cry of the gulls could be heard as they fought each other for food, and that would cause me to muse on "Jonathan Livingston Seagull". Did Richard Bach ever really watch these birds for more than five minutes? They are the blue jays of sea birds, when you think about it. And yet high schoolers read it anyway.
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Post by Battlechantress on Jan 5, 2011 0:15:34 GMT 1
Warning: large amounts of silliness ahead. Oh, and I finally found a use for some of those extinct words that should make a comeback! 4 January 2011 I stood jargogled in the doorway of a very old temple. I had been told to come here not an hour before by a rather jollux old man looking for his lost designer dog. Pugadoodle? I honestly hadn't been paying much attention, having just survived a brannigan with my cousin at the pub. I frecked down the aisle between several decayed pews, trying to whistle and sound friendly. The dog must have thought I was a hoddypeak and gone into hiding elsewhere. Or maybe he was stealing my last pint back at the pub. "Here, Snickerdoodle!" Oh, my head hurt.
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Post by Mr. Glow on Jan 5, 2011 0:57:47 GMT 1
My defining rod is useless against these words!
I literally finished today's entry with 5 minutes to spare, as it's quality can attest.
4th January 2011
I wander back to the village, with nothing to do for nearly the entire day. Papa has "momentarily suspended my lessons while he attends to other business". I really don't mind. I tell him learning Latin is completely useless before almost every lesson, but he just gets this strange smile and tells me it will serve a purpose one day.
As I cross the bridge leading into the village, I see a small group of protestant boys. The Queen doesn't like protestants, but I don't understand why.
Though we don't share a faith, I sense they will not harm me.
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Post by Battlechantress on Jan 6, 2011 1:05:35 GMT 1
There's a reason for this post to be as weird as it is, though trying to explain the backstory would probably end up being a waste of time. Just read it and play along. 5 January 2011 Red River Woman looked around the valley near the Land O' Lakes and sighed. "I can't believe I'm doing this," she grumbled. The Chili Thief turned to her and smirked. "Yes you can. That's why you dragged me along." He scratched beneath his collar and sniffed. "Literally." River looked at him. "Are you sure you didn't just tell the Parakeet of Protection to go pound sand when you made the offerings at the crossroads to Twinlandia?" "Well I nev- well I guess I could have." He shrugged. "You mean we might be in the Rusted Belt Buckle again?"
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Post by Battlechantress on Jan 6, 2011 6:08:21 GMT 1
6 January 2011
The travelers had to trek twelve miles back to the crossroads. The conversation went something like this: "Do you have to piss off everybody that we meet along the way? What are you going to do when we find her?"
"Like you should talk. You're the one who punched your ex's new girlfriend in the nose!"
"He was still dating me! And... she shouldn't have called me that!"
"All I'm saying is, I'm not the one who had assault charges pending."
The conversation probably would have gotten much worse if it weren't for the fox sitting in the road.
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Post by Mr. Glow on Jan 7, 2011 0:41:11 GMT 1
5th January 2011
As I make towards our house, Papa comes sprinting into view. His clothes are torn and his hair ruffled. Without a word, he scoops me up in his hands and continues on.
I can see the fear in his eyes as he runs. His red scarf brushes onto my face as he runs and I sweep it away. It falls to the cobblestones like a leaf in autumn. An occasional glance over his shoulder determines his pace.
We round a corner, my father's pace increasing as he spots the local stable. He's breathing heavily now and his hands are shaking.
6th January 2011
Papa hoists me onto a brown horse. With no idea what's going on, I ask if we're going for a ride.
"Something like that." He laughs as he clambers up behind me.
He untethers the horse, pulling up his hood as he does so.
Papa spurs the horse to go as fast as it can carry us, galloping through the streets. I scream, we can't go this fast without hurting someone! Papa snaps at me, telling me to keep quiet.
We leave the village, heading west on an old road. I ask Papa where we are going. He doesn't know.
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Post by Battlechantress on Jan 7, 2011 6:31:41 GMT 1
7 January 2011
"Why don't roses stay in bloom forever?" the fox turned to ask them.
Not being the type who ever got flowers (much less the meaning behind them), River shrugged and answered, "How long are chopped up flowers supposed to last in a clunky glass vase?"
The fox muttered something unintelligible before standing up. "You humans truly are marvels." She turned to the thief. "Is she always this clueless?"
The Chili Thief cocked his head. "Now that you mention it, I-"
"Excuse me?" River snapped. "I'm standing right here!"
"Right. Thank you, Madam Obvious." The fox smirked. "My name's Cleverer."
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Post by Battlechantress on Jan 8, 2011 23:50:14 GMT 1
I almost wrote a nonfic entry after a craptastic day at work. Somehow, I managed to pull this off instead.
8 January 2011
"Do you know how to find the Queen?" River asked as she rubbed the sweat out of her eyes.
Cleverer gave what might be considered a shrug. "Depends on which one you seek. I know a few drag queens in the capital of Twinlandia."
"No, this one is supposed to be over in OshKoshGosh," the thief said as he chewed on a burr with his eyes half-closed. River noticed this but said nothing. She had no idea how he could stand eating those diminutive thorned balls of pain.
The fox looked puzzled. "You mean... the Queen of Dairy?"
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Post by Mister Buch on Jan 9, 2011 21:33:44 GMT 1
Chantress' entry on the 4th was awesome These are both turning out very nicely indeed.
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Post by Battlechantress on Jan 10, 2011 0:31:58 GMT 1
There's a fine line between silliness and stupidity, and I feel that I have most definitely crossed it now. Okay, you were warned.
9 January 2011
River nodded solemnly at the fox and replied, "Yes, the Dairy Queen."
The fox's eyes managed to get a little wider. "What on earth for? She's a facetious little tart and-"
The Chili Thief looked over at River. "See? I told you! You're better off tracking down that pock-marked milkmaid."
"She doesn't have any peanuts!" River said ruefully. "Specifically, Peanut Buster Parfaits."
Cleverer made a not-quite-growling noise. "You're really willing to risk traveling into hostile territory to parley with the Queen of Dairy?"
"No!" River couldn't help but shout. "I just want a specific kind of sundae!"
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