Been a writing fiend, and it’s going really well. I did take last night off to work on a story for an antho, but other than that, I wrote every day. I’m coming up on 40k whch is so exciting, and things are really heating up!
Stats (all days combined):
Wordcount today: 6,211
Total for Nano so far: 15,217
Words left: 14,783
Treat: Hot chocolate!
Nick is: being evaluated
Asha is: being saved by Joe
Emily is: in unspeakable pain
Mood music: Tool, Eyes of Eden, Various
Excerpt: in which the shit hits the fan…
I was looking at myself in the mirror when I saw it: my new eyes flashed to black with silver streaks. My heart plummeted to my feet. What was going on? Why were my eyes doing that?
I blinked, and they went back to normal.
I grabbed a brush out of the drawer and started to brush my hair. It always calmed me. Always soothed me. I needed soothing. I needed answers.
And answers you will get in time, an unfamiliar voice said in my head. It’s too soon. I need to grow stronger first.
Grow. Stronger.
I dropped the brush, and it clattered on the floor.
I ran out of the room, not sure where I was going – where could I go? I was locked in here, with this thing in my head, and –
Don’t be afraid. I will not harm you.
I wanted to close my ears, make myself not hear her.
You cannot get away from me. I am within you.
I could certainly try, though.
I went back to the bathroom and frantically searched for anything that could bring me pain. I figured if I was hurting, I would be able to ignore her.
My shadow.
Of course, the bathroom didn’t have anything. Who knew? They probably anticipated this sort of thing and didn’t want us to hurt ourselves.
Were there others like me?
Yes. But no one as strong as I.
I sat on the bed, my hands shaking.
“What do you want?” I asked, my heart racing.
Your beautiful, young body. And your mind. That is all.
That was all?
“And here I thought you might want world peace or something,” I muttered. “What if I asked you to leave? Would you do it?”
I cannot. I am entwined with you now. If you hurt me, you will hurt yourself.
Weaver of Words 