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.


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.

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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.”


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.