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Post by Battlechantress on Jan 23, 2011 23:34:51 GMT 1
Am I the only one doing this now? Oh well. The month's almost over, and the current band of misfits don't seem to run out of stuff to do, which helps.
23 January 2011
River and the thief knew that they could not outrun the fast-approaching storm behind them. They needed to find shelter, and soon. The Chili Thief still had a question that hadn't been answered. "Why didn't you tell me you were a runaway child bride?"
"Something happened when I left the White Mountains. I... don't know what, exactly. I saw the King of the Mountain before he died, and his advisor said... something...." Her voice trailed off. Something to do with Old Man Winter, yes, but what?
Cleverer knew, and now she was chasing her quarry to stop a war.
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Post by Mister Buch on Jan 24, 2011 0:46:52 GMT 1
You're doing well, boss! But if it's proving a chore, you might want to hire semi-feral barn cats.
But yeah, Glow, are you still writing?
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Post by Mr. Glow on Jan 25, 2011 1:54:56 GMT 1
I'm 4 behind now. I'm gonna do them tomorrow morning and post them here. I blame my Laptop breaking for a week. And Red Dead Redemption.
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Post by Battlechantress on Jan 25, 2011 3:13:17 GMT 1
Ahh.
I haven't been able to come up with an entry yet for today. I've got the page open, I'm just trying to figure out what to write next.
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Post by Battlechantress on Jan 25, 2011 5:26:39 GMT 1
100words munched my original entry for today, so this isn't quite as good as the original.
24 January 2011
I have been trying to work with a deaf dog that somebody dumped by a local convenience store around Xmas. Why is it that something that once came so easily to me as a kid now seems so much harder now that I am firmly entrenched in adulthood? Do we really have to lose our empathy and warmness just to muddle through our days once we stop being kids? Every time the dog and I have yet another setback, I keep wanting to go back to my 12 year old self and ask her what the hell happened to me.
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Post by Battlechantress on Jan 25, 2011 21:25:52 GMT 1
25 January 2011
"Look," Cleverer panted as she drew close to River. "You really should go back home. I don't think you know what's at stake-"
River interrupted her with, "Maybe I don't want to!" She wasn't sure, but she thought that those recurring nightmares weren't just "strange but familiar" now. Then she suddenly remembered what became of the child brides of Old Man Winter and nearly tripped over her own feet.
It was good that she had run away on the Winter Solstice all those years ago, she concluded. Especially since she rather liked being alive and not sacrificed against her will.
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Post by Battlechantress on Jan 27, 2011 0:24:49 GMT 1
I just realized how crappy the last two sentences are (after posting, of course). Oh well. It's too late now.
26 January 2011
There had been bodies in the ice near the river. All female. All young. River remembered seeing them when she was brought to Old Man Winter's cave. Their faces had long since been covered with ice and bits of snow, all distorted. At first, she thought they had simply frozen to death until she saw the sixth girl. River could see rope around her wrists. She had been bound. River stepped forward and saw that her head wasn't deformed like she had first thought. It had been crushed on the left side of her head. Her blood mingled with hair.
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Post by Battlechantress on Jan 28, 2011 0:28:56 GMT 1
27 January 2011
Cleverer tried again. "You really do need to turn around. Now."
River stopped in the middle of the road but kept her back to the east. "Do you even know why he sent you after me?"
"You're a runaway bride," the fox said flatly.
The human snorted. "You really have no idea what the King of the Mountain demanded of each youngest human girl."
"It's not in my job description," Cleverer replied, though she didn't mean it.
While the human and the fox talked, the Chili Thief saw something out of the corner of his eye. The Sandman, with sand.
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Post by Battlechantress on Jan 29, 2011 3:25:47 GMT 1
28 January 2011
The Chili Thief tried to deal with the Sandman on his own while River dealt with Cleverer. He bared his teeth and made a faint growl, but the mostly-closed eyes of the new adversary seemed transfixed on him (at least as far as the thief could tell). He saw the worn yellow nails that protruded from torn leather gloves that covered the wraith's hands. He was vaguely aware that the Sandman had a hole where a nose would be, and that his mouth had been stitched closed. More importantly, however, the thief knew that he was rapidly losing consciousness.
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Post by Battlechantress on Jan 30, 2011 0:01:09 GMT 1
My brain is fried after work and I have to go to the sleep clinic again in two hours, so it's a nonfic day.
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Post by Mister Buch on Jan 30, 2011 10:36:13 GMT 1
Two more days, people. Anyone interested in February? I'm thinking about it.
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Post by Battlechantress on Jan 30, 2011 13:14:18 GMT 1
I was planning on having another go in February. I have no idea what I will be writing about for it, however. Then again, I damn sure didn't plan on anything for this month either (not unless one's idea of "planning" involves sitting in front of a monitor for 2-5 minutes, glancing over what you wrote the day before, and then just hitting keys on a keyboard). Hey, it wasn't pretty, but it worked (most of the time).
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Post by Mister Buch on Jan 30, 2011 14:50:51 GMT 1
I have an idea, but I want to work on it first, so I'll do it in March or probably April.
I do want to have a go at February though, and just make it up as I go along. A new thing every day, with a vague theme, like I did in November. Chantress, when did you steal my planning method?
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Post by Mr. Glow on Jan 30, 2011 16:10:45 GMT 1
February is the shortest month...
I've been meaning to continue my story into February, and do it the proper, 100 words a day way, not the 700 words every 10 days method my lazy self has done this month.
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Post by Battlechantress on Jan 30, 2011 17:27:23 GMT 1
Buch: I hardly stole it. I have basically done the same damn thing from the first batch onwards. I thought I was the only one doing that. I did a lot of my NaNo project that way too.
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