Baker’s Dozen: NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (19)

She stood on a flat and spacious plain.  Remnants of brush and other dead looking flora interrupted the smooth and glistening ground here and there.  She knew this was the rolling desert she had learned about when Maiden Hassium had pushed her to stop lingering on the pictures in her month of geography.  She could see nothing moving as far as her sight covered of the plain.  As for “rolling” she didn’t understand why it was named this way.  The area reminded her of a bowl.  Except for the opening far in the distance where the coach was pointed, they appeared to be surrounded by ridges of rock and metal on all sides.  The solar rays were brighter where they reflected off some of the peaks.

“You ever been outta’ Shackleton?” Patel asked from behind her.Participant-2014-Square-Button

“No, Bishop,” she replied, without a second thought to her learned propriety.

He didn’t correct her, wanting to stay on the subject.  “This part o’ the desert is called, ‘Baker’s Dozen,’ ‘cause there’s thirteen peaks around the edges of the bowl.”  He watched her count and then reached into his pocket.


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Coach through Baker’s Dozen: NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (18)

The air was moving.  The orange solar glare was reaching over some kind of ledge a few feet from her face and behind it, pink-orange hues were drawing swirly lines across a cornucopia of purple shades, interspersed with wisps of cotton clouds.  Participant-2014-Square-ButtonShe squirmed until she was sitting up.  They were on some kind of old fashioned coach, its polymer mold rounded at the corners of the compartment she was in, with no doors to be seen.  Terra yawned and tried to stretch.


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Terra’s Dream: NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (17)

Terra sank into a sleep that engulfed her, like a thick liquid blanket, and warmed her body as her mind swam on.  She pulled herself into pools of purple velvet, beams of light piercing the surface far above, searching for her like bullets on a war torn beachhead.  Her LC bodysuit felt tight against her skin, so she removed it.  Below, a strange rock glittered up at her from the floor of this royal ocean, its exterior covered in mirrored ornaments.  She dove closer, looking at her reflection in the mosaic of looking-glasses.  Her hair flowed as if taken by a slow-motion wind,  Suspended in the heavy sea, she looked into the mirrors again and saw herself, naked, skin purple, whether by reflection or by nature, she wasn’t sure. Participant-2014-Square-Button Her face looked rested and carefree; she recognized the look of inquiry as she surveyed the rock.


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Bishop Patenkin: NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (16)

Pointing at Tboi, his arm and hand extended were so long they nearly bisected the entire little room.  The Bishop roared, “You deserve to be removed from our sight.  Your stench is so hideous I fear I’ll have to wash for days to remove what biological hazards you carry, you rat.  But instead, you will get a merciful choice from our esteemed and benevolent Ancestrian law.  Participant-2014-Square-ButtonThink on it and answer wisely, for if you manage to return from any pilgrimage here on Kepler-Z, know that I will still be here.  And I will remember your beady eyes and your disgusting mole-like face, Lorgose refuse.”


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Kepler-Z ST: NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (15)

The Sub-Trans, or ST, tunnel was sparsely filled that night as Bishop Patel lead her to the platform.  Kepler-Z was in a solar week and that meant the feint orange light that glowed from the brightest of the two Red Dwarfs it revolved around wouldn’t dim for another three days.  Most Ancestrians, Terra among them, preferred solar weeks as opposed to the alternative.  Participant-2014-Square-ButtonCimmerian weeks, as they were called, happened when the Inner Cities of Shackleton made their way to the dark side of their highly dense and rocky planet.


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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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