Sunday, November 10, 2019

NaNoWriMo 2019: Day 9

Words Written: 4260

Song: Chandelier by The Wind and The Wave

Lunch was going to be a disaster. I could tell the moment I walked in and there was a blood on the floor.

NaNoWriMo 2019: Day 10

Words Written: 2904

Song: Dance For Me Wallis by Abel Korzeniowski and Don't Believe the Things They Tell You (They Lie) by Tegan and Sara

I looked at my fallen queen. Then I lifted her up and began to reset the board. Elias’s hands lay in his lap, his eyes following mine and I put everyone back where they started.

“Another?” I asked. Elias said nothing but he nodded. He lifted a hand. “No.” I said and he froze. “This time, I make the first move.”



NaNoWriMo 2019: Day 8

Words Written: 2055

Song: Familiar by Nils Frahm

When he was cold, I wanted to run. But when he smiled, I so desperately wanted to touch his lips, the slight wrinkles at the corner of his eyes. To prove to myself that despite the fact that his blood ran purple, he was still alive. I flushed at the thought.

NaNoWriMo 2019: Day 7

Words Written: 2037

Song: Kingdom Underground by Matt Duke

He peered down at me and I wasn’t sure what to think with his face this relaxed. It almost seemed more dangerous than when he had no emotion at all. “When you decide to go to war, what’s the first thing you should do?”

I looked up at him. “Pick a weapon.”

NaNoWriMo 2019: Day 6

Words Written: 1773

Song: Gold by Wake Owl

So this is what this competition was. A battle of pain and power and cruelty. How did the scales work, I wondered. What did it take to win? What was left if you lost?

Tuesday, November 5, 2019

NaNoWriMo 2019: Day 5

Words Written: 2402

Song: Born Ready by Zayde Wolf

Why had he been nothing but cordial, when he was now in a battle with his siblings for the throne. Why had they all looked at him, when we’d arrived at the palace, as if sizing up his choice? As if he, until I’d arrived, had been the biggest contender.

What did that mean?

NaNoWriMo 2019: Day 4

Words Written: 1698

Song: Seisouso from Quidam by Cirque du Soleil

As I grew older I imagined how it would feel if he held my hand. If instead of a ribbon he caressed my hair. What it would be like if we were to kiss.

And now, with Elias’s lips pressed against mine, I knew it was the thing of dreams and nightmares.