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Silver Sleeper

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So I managed to find time to write for national day of writing! For anyone who hasn’t seen the posts going around its basically a challenge for October 20th to write non-stop for 30min and to post your result! You can edit if you like, not everyone is comfortable posting work that’s unedited and that’s ok! Just tag it - ndow challenge - so that disgruntledturtle can find it!

I didn’t edit mine afterwards though I changed a couple sentences and words as I wrote. I went a couple minutes over just cuz I got interrupted by the phone but I got 550 words in! So here’s my work, it is horror for Halloween so if you’re not a fan of gore or injury or evil creatures that lurk in the night maybe skip this! Please tell me if it creeps you out or scares you! I’m trying to branch into horror and would love love love feedback!

I was dragged out of bed by something with long cold fingers and no discernible body. Thrashing, I reached out for anything to ground me. My fingers clawed at the floorboards and I braced myself for impact as my body slid uncontrollably fast towards the stairs. Each step dug its way into my back as I tumbled down.

The creature never lost its grip on me. It took me out into the cold, allowing the icy path to cut into the skin of my arms and cheeks. “Stop.” My voice wavered from panic and the drop in temperature. “Please. Please.”

Sharp nails dug into me, and blood painted the snow scarlet. I squirmed, feeling the sting of pain travel up my limbs.

The woods were coming up fast ahead. I screamed and threw a stick where I expected the body to be. For a moment I was no longer being dragged. It could have been dead, but it wasn’t. The creature released my legs and I felt the same bony fingers clench around my neck. A choking sound escaped my throat and the pressure of it’s hold only increased. Black spots began to dot my vision and then I was being towed away again. The air from my lungs escaped like smoke into the winter night.

I was shivering, and red stains were smeared across my body; I had been pulled through my own wet pool of blood. My body’s struggle ended. I lay still, nothing but a plank of wood. It didn’t make it harder. The creature’s speed grew faster and low branches of shrubbery caught in my hair. I was yanked forward harder and untangled again.

I felt the water before I saw it. The fluid flooded my cuts and a scream tour through me before the pain registered. It soaked through my clothes and weighed me down. Hands clenched a bundle of my hair and forced me under.

Instinct pushed me upwards. I choked out a bit of water before I was brought below again. The hands released me. My arms swung wildly, pushing a path through the pond to reach the surface. I hit something hard. Looking up, sheets of ice began to formulate from one shore to the other.

With my heart hammering in my lungs, I frantically swatted water aside. But the cold was immobilizing. I lost energy fast and sunk even faster. My lungs burned with fury and pond water.

I couldn’t see the surface.

A hand reached out and tugged on my arm. It felt the same as the other’s but smaller. Another tugged at my bottom lip, it’s skeletal finger reaching inside my mouth and poking against my front teeth. I squirmed and whimpered and more water spilled down my trachea.

More hands gripped and pulled and scratched at me. Tiny hands, with tiny fingers.

Teeth ripped into my thighs and bit off the ends of my fingers. I kicked and pulled away numb all over.

I lost all feeling in my left arm and sight in one of my eyes.

Something whispered close and quiet in my ear, “thank you for a most gracious feast.” Then the hand that belonged to the creature that brought me here gripped me one more time, and I felt strong jaws around my neck.

How could I almost forget! It’s uploading time!

( NDOW PDF | NDOW Chronicles PDF)

THERE IS NO DEATH, THERE IS ONLY WRATH is the romance-crack serial that started it all. Sith Warrior Nalenne has killed her treacherous husband Quinn and gone on her merry, comic-book-reading way...until he shows up back on her ship in ghostly and inescapable form. Hijinks ensue.

In NDOW: THE HELICARRIER CHRONICLES, Nalenne adjusts to a live Quinn and conflicts happen. The Chronicles introduce Insanity Company, the best, brightest, and most fanatical Imperial NPCs from across the game...

Collected in the same file, NDOW Vol. 3 places Nalenne, her Inquisitor sister Niselle, and their Jedi Knight nemesis Rho in the events of the Shadow of Revan expansion. This storyline is incomplete but I couldn’t just leave it to rot.

This is the bit of writing I did for a National Day on Writing Challenge. The original post about it is on the blog in case you’re interested, but it boiled down to writing for 30 straight minutes and posting it with the #ndow challenge tag.This post comes a day early, but I wanted to be sure to get it done.

I ended up starting a short for my OC Alan, which is something I’ve been meaning to do for sometime. I’m posting it UNEDITED AND INCOMPLETE (I even left in the start of the last paragraph I got to) as I hard stopped myself at the 30 minute mark. Sometimes I feel like I’m afraid to show work until it’s gone through lots of edits, and even then I’m seldom not nervous about posting it, so this is something new for me. Alright, enough of the blah, blah, blah; here’s the story!

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               Alan walked across a rotting log in his little clearing that was quiet enough to dream and loud enough to feel awake. He liked to think that this place had come to be his parlor of genius and hidden palace of thought and that the emerald leaves and carpet of moss were the drapings his kingdom in him mind. The reality was his clearing was a haven in which he could daydream while gallivanting about like a fool without being judged by more than the squirrels, but in the end that was basically the same thing or so Alan told himself as he fell off the log and ate a chunk of moss and damp dirt.

               Alan had been thinking of what it’d be like to walk across a tall narrow ledge while feeling the motion of himself move across the log, and hoped as he now sat on the dank ground that if the time ever came when he found himself in a higher situation his balance would be better. He loved to think of visions of excitement and grandeur while alone in his clearing and act them out in his mind and occasionally with his body like a play. He played adventure; he played hero. He daydreamed like he’d never outgrown his imagination and simply didn’t care if he should have. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he had no business imagining such things as he had no idea what effort or detail any sort of adventure would really entail, and judging by his log display and many others before it, he didn’t have the moves to pull off ‘hero’ either. Still, Alan liked to think he had all the luck in the world when a situation really counted, and that if he ever had the chance, if there ever was a change, if ever made a move…

               Alan liked to think he could pull an adventure off. Whatever it was.

               With a sigh he pulled went to pull himself off the ground when a soft red-brown blob landed in his lap with a thud. Alan looked stunned at the creature who stared back at him in probably a similar state of shock.

               “Hello, Little Squirrel, did you fall from the tree?”

               The squirrel spun about, assumedly orienting itself to its new situation before jumping from Alan to the log. It settled no too far from Alan and continued to stare back at him. He’d assumed the little animal would just run, but it remained on the log, and Alan could have sworn followed each his moves with a twitch of its own.

               “Well little buddy, I’m glad you’re okay, but now the staring thing is kinda freaking me out. Unless you’re a handsome tree spirit or creek-god in disguise and you’ve become enraptured with my good looks, maybe we can go back to ignoring each other?”

               Alan resumed getting up and took a few step to the creek that ran through his clearing. He rinsed away the mud and moss remaining on his face from his fall. After sputtering a bit at the cold water he turned back around nearly to step on the staring squirrel. It looked up at him with dark, clear eyes.

               “Okay, friend. If you’re really a handsome tree spirit, you should know I have a girlfriend now. You’re just a little too late to the Alan-party. If you’re a demon that’s about to eat me, could you make it quick? And uh, if you’re just a squirrel then, stop or shoo? Okay?”

The trail was steep, rocky and unfamiliar. The light autumn mist which had been so pleasant earlier in the day had transformed into a cold downpour. Dread, which had been threatening to overtake me for the last several miles finally came crashing in waves as the sun set behind the trees. I wish I had packed a raincoat.  

True story and it got worse before we made it back to civilization. Nature can be terrifying.

National Day on Writing is the 20th.

The creature sat hunched. It’s fur soaked and heavy from the mist in the air. A long arm stretched out over the water, a claw stirring the muck. 

National Day on Writing is the 20th!

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