Related articles
- Preparing for NaNoWriMo: Day 2 (writeontheworld.wordpress.com)
- National Novel Writing Month: my experience and advice (rhculp.com)
- Getting Ready for NaNoWriMo 2011 (thewillowpapers.wordpress.com)
Tag Archives: Short story
NaNoWriMo Prequal!
I am blatantly stealing an idea from this extremely well written blog. I read it, watched the attached video and decided that she had come upon a great idea. So here it is:
I am writing some short stories that will show off some of the characters that will be appearing in my NaNoWriMo story next month. I had never thought of doing something like this until I read her blog and I have to say I instantly fell in love with the idea. So, for the rest of this week you'll be seeing a few short pieces that will give you a glimpse into the characters and world of my NaNoWriMo novel.
Tomorrow will be the first entry and the day after will be the second. Let me know what you think!
Apocalypse Runner: Inspiration Monday 091911
"Rasine, eh? Nice name," Felix said as he caught up with Bernard. "How are you going to get her back to Roscoe? You can't exactly carry her over your shoulder the whole way back. It might be uncivilized out there, but a man carrying a woman over his shoulder is still unusual enough to garner some attention."
"I figure we'll just steal a horse and take the back way," said Bernard. "No sense making it easy to follow us if someone is so inclined." He shifted the girl on his shoulder, making it easier for him to draw his gun if it became necessary. Continue reading
Filed under Short Fiction, Writing
Apocalypse Runner: Inspiration Monday 091211
Her eyes were wide, terror filled, like a rabbit backed into a corner by a fox. Bernard was no fox, but he was certainly a predator of some sort, a wolf perhaps, but even that was far too limiting. Bernard fancied himself as more of chimera, a beast of ancient legend, singular, but possessing the attributes of numerous creatures. It was as close a comparison as he could imagine.
"Don't run and I won't have to kill you," Bernard said as he stepped over the dead man at her feet.
"Don't hurt me. I didn't do anything wrong," she whimpered. She was young, not much more than eighteen, but you had to grow up fast this close to a hot zone.
"No one ever has Continue reading
Filed under Short Fiction, Writing
