Haven’t written anything since Monday. Must, keep, going. Snagged this from first three days of NaNo.
Now Terra fully knelt on the ground surface and began stretching her arms toward the bottles. The lycra-carbide overalls counteracted the patches of ground that were more laden with magnetic substances and allowed her to scoot from side to side as she gathered them without her iron-rich blood pooling in her knees. She rose with Maiden Hassium, but kept her head bent, now fixing her gaze on that broken shoelace at the boy’s feet.
Tune in for quick reads of the best (or least despicable) selections from the previous day’s word count, by virtue of my daily writing regimen for the National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo).