NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (7)

      The smell, as they approached, changed dramatically from the crisp clean air the snow capped ridge line had embraced them in, to one Terra could describe only as a humid soup of new and old growth.  It wasn’t exactly pleasant, the undertones of mold and rotting wood mixed with something like mossy oak and freshly brushed horses.  Participant-2014-Square-ButtonIt struck her as being full of life compared to the long cold journey that led them to this, their final destination point.  All that remained now was the descent.


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NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (6)

Drove by miles of slash pile fires in a dark 330am world coming home from a late shift at work. Cold mist & smoke framed burning orange pyre colonies. An idea formed for an incredible plot twist that’s going to take my #NaNoWriMo to a whole new level.  So here’s a little background to the original plot.

     The Spindellar Ordinance was clear in its directives:  eye to eye contact was forbidden unless medically approved or in the practice of medicine.  Spindellar was the oldest of the laws handed down through the ages by the Ancestors who colonized Kepler-Z.  Unlike other laws, it even explained the dangers and need for its existence.  Participant-2014-Square-ButtonNamed after the the now extinct previous inhabitants of the world they now populated, the ordinance was a mix of science, religion, and history.  It explained the electrophysics in brief about how, for some species in space, the combination of the planet’s natural magnetic forces along with the psychotensive elements many (including humans) radiated, eye contact could cause subversive internal bio-damage.  It was tantamount to murderous intent to break the ordinance.  The history of the Spindellites was proof that beings of less cohesive character could exploit this fact and affect genocide.


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NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (5)

Haven’t written anything since Monday.  Must, keep, going.  Snagged this from first three days of NaNo.

     Participant-2014-Square-ButtonNow 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. 


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NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (4)

     Participant-2014-Square-ButtonFrom Shackleton, looking north, the lights of the various huts, houses, and buildings shone like a star map she’d made for a Maiden assignment once.  Uneven increments of various lumens spread out over the rocky pink landscape.  There were outcroppings of the metallic rock scattered here and there, most of them bulbous as if they had bubbled up from some long ago molten metallurgy of the gods.


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NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (3)

     She leaned into Terra and touched her forehead to the girl’s.  The red stubble over his jaw muscle pulsed once as the boy remained still and stared past the thermokiss ritual.  He’d learned of this from the reader he’d been given – Participant-2014-Square-Buttonthat some among the Kepler clan could bio-scan their kinsmen without instruments.  “Psylogeons,” they were called, the modern-sol equivalent of the ancient chemo-walkers he had heard his people, the Lorgose, mention in their folk stories.


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NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (1)

     Days on this Red Dwarf world were similar to what the Ancestors used to call a month on some blue marble planet they lived on.  That’s why they picked it.  Terra’s people had colonized several worlds, integrating the planetary “Refugees” they discovered on each new planet.  Cognizant of the importance culture and tradition in a group of people, the Ancestors fit wherever they went because their core Participant-2014-Square-Buttonvalues and religion required them to always think of the betterment of others and the perpetuation of life.  Ordinances were the scripture of any people, connected to the central foundation text, and designed to envelope each new set of Refugees so that the colonies could thrive in shared partnerships and organization.  Disregarding or breaking ordinances was unheard of, and Terra could count those repentant ones on one hand in her lifetime.  To find herself among them was devastating and haunting.


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