NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (14) – Interrogation

“If you are questioned by a Wilkesist, keep your answers as short as possible and tell them no information they do not specifically ask you to tell.  Do not admit to breaking the Ordinance.   No matter how they press you.  Let them count only on what sources they may have that say otherwise.  There are not many, and I do not think the boy would speak ill of you.  Participant-2014-Square-ButtonIf a Bishop questions you, with exception of a few, they will not used skilled word tricks like the agents.  They will use other, painful methods.  If that happens, remember the carbon subnitride damage.  It was painful, but mendable.  You may not yet understand, but believe me Terra, physical pain is nothing compared to lasting emotional pain.”


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NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (13) – Bishop Patel

“Well now, I’d say you’ve just about answered every last question I had on this here matter, Maiden Hassium.  How ‘bout that?  You like to think you can stick t’ a plan in not sayin’ much and,” both Maiden Hassium and Terra jumped when he clapped his hands together on his next word, “POW – just like that, you end up with a Bishop who actually knows how t’ interrogate.  Participant-2014-Square-ButtonDon’t that just twizzle yer tendrils.”  With that he took Terra’s arm and began walking with her toward the portal.


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).  WARNING:  editing has not taken place.

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. 


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).