Sunday, November 30, 2008
Nanowrimo, Final - 51,049
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
NaNoWriMo Day 25 - 45,043 words
Fifteen minutes later there was a knock at the motel door. Callista opened the door and Lyle burst into the room. He looked her up and down and immediately noticed she was tip-toeing on her right foot.
“You hurt your foot,” he said.
She nodded. “Sprained, thanks to the KKK.”
Monday, November 24, 2008
NaNoWriMo Day 24 - 43,008 words
“What’s going on?” Callista asked.
“Thaddeus, Orion, and I are going to go see what’s going on down there. To do that, we have to transform.”
Callista looked across the forest at the rising column of smoke. “Can I go with you?”
Gram cocked his head to the side. “How? By riding on me?”
She had not thought about that. It did seem disrespectful to ride on someone’s back. She imagined putting a harness on a werewolf, perhaps a bit and a blanket. Callista Grey: Werewolf Rider. She started giggling. Gram frowned at her. “I’m sorry,” she said. “This is no time for giggles.”
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
NaNoWriMo Day 19 - 33,605 words
“It’s a godamm blood bath in there,” The Sheriff announced. “You could take a damn bath in it.” He looked at Lyle. “You seen that mess?”
“I got here the same time as you,” Lyle responded.
“Guess you did.” Sheriff Darby surveyed the mostly empty parking lot and wiped at his brow with a handkerchief, then sighed wearily before turning to Callista. “You the one found this mess?”
“Yes sir,” Callista said.
“I reckon you’ll have some interesting dreams then,” Darby said. “Write ‘em down for me.”
Callista tucked her hair behind her ears. “Write them down?”
Darby nodded and squinted at the sunset.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
NaNoWriMo Day 18 - 31,589 words
I'm ahead of "break 50K by the 30th pace," but behind my new goal of being pracrically done by the 26th...we'll see how that goes...
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She down shifted, accelerated, and felt for an instant like a hot country chick, out to hunt a werewolf. A lone wolf in the night comes to embrace the tender maiden in a dewy glade, with silken-sandpaper tongue, with velvet fur, with alabaster virgin skin, they entwine, throbbing chords of different species—one rope, knotted in loved till, like dogs, they are tied together on sensuous, wet moss amongst the ferns. She blinks, an eon passes like so many beats of a butterfly’s wing till at last the wolf’s seed is spent; they loosen and uncoil and grope toward each other, fang to cheek, twitching ear to luminescent skin, furry haunch to silken thigh till blurring, their hearts and veins and throats and skin throb as one in the opalescent green glade. The girl and the wolf gaze into each other’s eyes and the wolf knows her soul: he sees his doom and she licks her lip and slip the dagger between his ribs and into his breast. The wolf is drained and his life flickers out—yet his seed is carried from the verdant eternal in her womb, in ecstasy, in horror and squalor and glee.
Monday, November 17, 2008
NaNoWriMo Day 17 - 30,297 words
“—One last question,” Lyle said. “Does it hurt? When people change into werewolves, I mean. In the movies they’re always screaming and carrying on.”
Rupert ran his hand along his bearded jaw, a habit, Callista noted. “Actually, it’s quite the opposite. It feels good…I might even say arousing. Every part of you expands and your nerves are heightened.”
“Well damn,” Lyle said. “You’re sort of sayin’ your whole body is a hard-on.”
Rupert replied, “That might not be far from reality. But then your reasoning falls away and your mind goes dim and you wake up somewhere strange with your clothes all ripped.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Nanowrimo Day 16 - ~27,700 words
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