Tuesday - 4448 words total
To be honest, I feel a bit left behind. It seems others are shooting ahead in the race to reach 50,000. At least three people in the Dutch forum have over 10,000 already. One of them says she has to start with a fizz, because she fizzles out as the month progresses.
We'll see.
I seem to be writing at the same pace as one Rachel from Toronto.
We had a postcount war before the start of Nanowrimo. Toronto won. Now we're having a wordcount war. And one or two personal wars, I think. It's all motivational. Seeing her ease ahead of me yesterday did send me back to my keyboard.
So what did I write yesterday? Here's another excerpt.
And what did Greer mean she said that the five cups were a coincidence. Upside down too. She pulled.
Mark's face came into focus. And then, a laughing girl, with black hair and sparkling brown eyes. She knew that girl, but who was she? Mark ran up to the girl, embraced her, kissed her. He was younger now, much the same age as the girl, but still him. Golden hair, blue eyed, but still Mark. Or was it Maddoc?
And then they were both older. Mark as he was now. A girl who looked like ... Greer. But not quite Greer. They were embracing as a silver cord wrapped around them. A great happiness settled over the image. Reunion.
She looked back at the Skeleton and pulled.
She saw an old crone. Evil rose from every pore of her body. She too looked like Greer, but not quite Greer. An old Greer, bent by sorrow and ... Revenge? She saw herself, tying a silver cord around the Greer crone and the young not-quite Greer and Mark.
And then the Greer crone began straightening her bent back. Her nose unhooked. She straightened up. The years fell from her face. She became younger and younger and younger. And then she was Greer, and the three of them, the Greer, the not quite Greer and Mark were standing there, still bound in the silver cord.
And then the newly-young Greer freed one hand from the cord. She pulled at it, but it would not loosen. She freed her other hand, and pulled more, but the cord became tighter and tighter. The three were locked together.
Greer looked at the couple bound in with her. She put a hand on each of them, and then kissed them. The cord dissolved,
"Arina, are you alright?" Dirk's voice cut through her concentration. "You seemed to be glowing! Almost on fire!"
We'll see.
I seem to be writing at the same pace as one Rachel from Toronto.
We had a postcount war before the start of Nanowrimo. Toronto won. Now we're having a wordcount war. And one or two personal wars, I think. It's all motivational. Seeing her ease ahead of me yesterday did send me back to my keyboard.
So what did I write yesterday? Here's another excerpt.
And what did Greer mean she said that the five cups were a coincidence. Upside down too. She pulled.
Mark's face came into focus. And then, a laughing girl, with black hair and sparkling brown eyes. She knew that girl, but who was she? Mark ran up to the girl, embraced her, kissed her. He was younger now, much the same age as the girl, but still him. Golden hair, blue eyed, but still Mark. Or was it Maddoc?
And then they were both older. Mark as he was now. A girl who looked like ... Greer. But not quite Greer. They were embracing as a silver cord wrapped around them. A great happiness settled over the image. Reunion.
She looked back at the Skeleton and pulled.
She saw an old crone. Evil rose from every pore of her body. She too looked like Greer, but not quite Greer. An old Greer, bent by sorrow and ... Revenge? She saw herself, tying a silver cord around the Greer crone and the young not-quite Greer and Mark.
And then the Greer crone began straightening her bent back. Her nose unhooked. She straightened up. The years fell from her face. She became younger and younger and younger. And then she was Greer, and the three of them, the Greer, the not quite Greer and Mark were standing there, still bound in the silver cord.
And then the newly-young Greer freed one hand from the cord. She pulled at it, but it would not loosen. She freed her other hand, and pulled more, but the cord became tighter and tighter. The three were locked together.
Greer looked at the couple bound in with her. She put a hand on each of them, and then kissed them. The cord dissolved,
"Arina, are you alright?" Dirk's voice cut through her concentration. "You seemed to be glowing! Almost on fire!"
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