#nano2018

[kaykay1307]

I’m a chapter a half to finishing writing this story, which means I can start on my Avatar/Freedom Fighter fic and AU fic. I’m so close! Once it’s fully written updates will be coming quickly and then my Avatar/Freedom Fighters/Smellershot Fics will be up and ready! 

Out of Step - ivx. (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/EYS932uJD8 [ a band geek love story ] [ N a N o W r i M o 2 0 1 8 ] (Warning: This story includes long descriptions of band, food, and cute guys along with lots of mayhem and references to random things. The reading of this story may result in drooling, humming football tunes, long dreams about cute guys, daydreaming, and confusion. Read at your own risk) Alana Bower practically lives for marching band, but when a distraction in the form of tall, dark and bad boy starts to steal Alana from band practices, she has to make a choice: lose what matters most or lose the bad boy?

[teacupniffler]

Chapter 14: Absence has now been updated!

Enjoy.

NOTES: I didn’t even notice but this one is almost as long as the last chapter but I hope you still like it... we’re getting more and more Dramione as the chapters go on. 

Next update is on November 30th.

PREVIEW:

“I heard” Draco said “that the Weasel-by had gone to the Auror training college. Off to be a knight in second-hand armour.”

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Her lips twitched and he noticed how soft they looked. They weren’t large and puffy or covered in makeup like some of the other girls in the Gryffindor seemed to wear them. They were small and pink but he could see the corner where she been chewing on them was slightly swollen and red. Draco unconsciously licked his own lips.

Looking back at her eyes he could see she was still waiting for his answer and as he whispered softly to the witch

“Yes, Granger. You should be very afraid.”

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[adie-dee]

NaNo Day 28

I’ve only got 3200 words to go to win NaNo, and I’m doing my best to get there. Today was a good day, managing 2200 words after work. We’re into the meaty 

And now the part we’ve all been waiting for/dreading/expecting. 

YOU KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING. Consider yourselves warned.

“Bethany!”

I looked around as I ran, trying to find the source of my name. Blake was nearby, half hidden in the entrance to a mall. I headed in his direction.

The tension he’d been holding in his stance faded momentarily. “Thank god you got away.”

He’d cleaned the blood off his face but there were still specks of it here and there, the wound itself already red and swollen. I went to touch it but he pulled away.

“We need to get you out of here,” he told me as we headed further into the mall. His head darted left and right, and his movements were frantic. I’d seen him be tough, in control and awkward, but nothing had prepared me for seeing him scared.

“What’s going on?” I asked. “What the hell happened?”

He glanced around and shoved a fire escape open. I followed him through.

“I believe you, right. On everything.” His hands covered his face for a moment and he groaned, coming to a halt in the car park outside. “Magic is fucking real. I saw it...I saw it happen.”

“It’s a bit of a shock, I know-”

He cut me off. “[REDACTED] And she got hit by lightning too, out of nowhere. It’s the only reason I even got away from her, cause she definitely wanted me dead.”

“What did she say,” I asked. “Right before she was hit.”

Blake glanced at me, face momentarily blank. “Uh… something about not wanting to kill me. Then boom.”

We were still moving fast, heading down towards the docklands.

“Where are we going,” I demanded. This was all well and good now, but I needed to hide, get somewhere safe and secure before midnight. Marcus and Imogen’s place has seemed safe enough, but if they were the ones after me then I would have been trapped. “I need to get somewhere safe!”

I followed Blake down the side of a building and he stopped, grabbing me by the shoulders. "We’ll run away,” he said. “We'll just... go somewhere, disappear. I can protect you. I'm good at hiding." He was practically begging.

“What about your boss? What he’s got on you?”

Blake glanced over his shoulder, checking our surroundings. “We can deal with that later. Let’s just get you out of here before it’s too late.”

Something inside was warning me to run. I pushed the feeling down and searched his face, trying to work out if he was being genuine. “Ok.”

He smiled. “Come on then.”

Maybe Marcus had been successful at getting into my head and I was just being paranoid, but his smile seemed different this time compared to the others. I hesitated.

“Bethany?” he asked, smile faltering.

My heart started pounding when I realised the truth: his smile hadn’t reached his eyes.

I forced myself to smile back at him and took his hand in my own, hoping my voice wouldn’t betray my nerves. “Lead the way.”

He went to take me further down the alley then stopped, his arm and mine stretched to their limit. “Why aren’t you coming with?” He had a look of confusion and concern, which only made things worse.

My hand fell from his and I stepped back, needing to get away from him.

The concern wasn’t leaving his face, only now that I was looking properly I could see it wasn’t genuine. “Be-“

I turned and ran before he had a chance to say my name.

"I have your friends."

The four words he yelled after me were enough to stop me in my tracks. He'd told me my friends had escaped, they were safe...

No, that was wrong. I grabbed hold of the wall for support, no longer trusting my legs to hold me up. He'd said he'd lost them in the city loop. He'd never said they'd gotten away.

When I turned back around he was still standing where I’d left him, hands in his pockets and that pathetic attempt at concern on his face.

Heart in my throat I forced myself to speak. "You've had them this whole time?"

He actually looked insulted.

"No, we left them alone until today. I'd hoped it wouldn't come to this, but... " he rubbed his face. "You need to come with me or they're dead."

“I don’t believe you.”

He pulled out his phone and sent off a quick message. “Answer your phone.”

It was ringing when I pulled it out of my pocket. I answered the video call, Faith’s face filling the screen.

My world shrunk to the size of the screen. To the mascara running down her cheeks and the gun barrel being pushed into her neck.

The camera panned across to Smitty, who was tied to a chair next to Faith. Then the call ended.

I staggered to the side, gasping for air and struggling to stand until I hit the brick wall. This was too much, too real. It was happening.

“Breathe.” Blake was in front of me, a small frown on his face, holding me by the arms and stopping me from falling completely.

I shrugged his hands off me and slapped him, feeling the burn on my palm.

“I deserve that,” he mumbled, covering the red mark I’d left behind with his hand. “They’ll be fine if you come with me. Once transport comes to pick you up they’ll be let go, safe and unharmed.”

“And I’ll be on my way to my death.” It came out as a whisper, barely pushing past the lump in my chest.

All the colour had drained from his face. “I’m really sorry.”

“I thought you wanted to help me." I started crying, sobs wracking through my body. He’d almost sounded genuine, which made it hurt all the more. 

For a moment he looked like he wanted to give me a hug, putting his hand to his forehead and pacing in front of me instead. “I did. I tried. I thought we’d saved you.”

“You could just not take me in. Let my friends go.” I wanted to vomit. He’d threatened this the night I’d met him, I’d known this was possible, only it had never seemed real. 

“I can’t. I have to. I-”

“Fuck you and your excuses,” I spat.

How dare he have the nerve to look hurt.

“Fine, whatever.” I waved an arm towards the other end of the alley. “Take me to my death.”

“Don’t be like that.”

‘Don’t be like what,” I snapped. “Sad? Upset? Hurt?” He went to speak only I cut him off. “Are you gonna be the one to do it? If you are, make it quick because I don’t want to spend a moment longer with you than I have to.”

Now he looked like he was going to be sick. It was amazing how good an actor he was and I wondered how I’d never seen it before. Only i knew how; I’d been too distracted by an attractive guy with a stupid smile to listen to what he’d been telling me.

“I’m gonna need your phone.”

I threw it on the ground hear his feet and he stomped on it, shattering the screen.

“Can you wipe your face?” he asked.

“What,” I asked, sniffing. “You don’t want to be seen with a crying chick? Worried people will look at you like you’re a bad guy?”

Despite my protests I did as he asked, not wanting to draw attention to us either. If anyone thought there was something wrong then my friends would die, and I was willing to do whatever it took to avoid that.

We exited the other end of the alley, Blake walking next to me as if we were a couple.  He tapped gently on my wrist when we needed to turn, eventually making his way to his car.

I sank into the passenger seat, the tears returning.

Blake started the car, turning his head to the side to look at me. “Seat belt.”

“Fuck you,” I replied.

"Please don't make this harder than it is." He leaned across me and grabbed the seat belt, clicking the tongue into the buckle at my hip.  

"You have no right to ask that."

I stared out the window as he drove. I’d thought we’d had something, that he’d actually cared about me, only it had all been an act. It must have been, only what kind of person could fake that so convincingly? I Should have stayed where I was; I’d been safer with Marcus and Imogen.

Only I knew it was possible that wasn’t true either. I’d put too much trust, too much faith in strangers, when what I really should have done was go home to Mum and Dad like i’d promised.

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[scriptuurient]

I cheated & wrote a little tiny bit of the intro to Saorsa before nano starts whoops!

Lachlann had developed three habits with the distinct purpose of pissing off his grandmother. The first was the easiest to explain, but the hardest to justify. He had picked up his first cigarette at seventeen knowing that the smell of it on his clothes was going to make her see red. And he picked up the rest of them because the addiction settled in faster than he expected, and he made little effort to fight it. That said, he didn’t particularly enjoy smoking. The acrid taste held no appeal for him, but it wasn’t something he could just put down.

The second was tarot. It was more of a hand-me-down interest from his absentee mother, but he had managed to make it his own. Her deck of cards, his own flair. He had made it into a career after his grandmother died – Though maybe it wasn’t the tarot that was the career, maybe it was only the lying.

The third, and most inexplicable, was the surfing. He was equally as passionate about it as his grandmother was against it. When he begged for a real board for his sixteenth birthday, she had looked down her nose on him, dropping her crochet on the coffee table. “You’re going to turn out just like your father.”

It was a staggeringly effective insult – always had been – despite the fact that he had never met the man.  

[skymeria]

So yesterday I was thinking about NaNoWriMo and wondering if I would bother entering this year as I had totally bailed on Camp NaNo twice already. Then, all of a sudden, a character appeared. She waltzed into my brain, put the kettle on and started unpacking. In less than 24 hours she has evolved from a glimmer of an idea into a fully-fledged protagonist... and I have fallen hopelessly in love with her and her autumn aesthetic. Please welcome Evie Sparks. She will be starring in this year’s attempt at NaNoWriMo in an urban fantasy so watch this space!

[nohshinwoos]

50k is on the horizon now!!!

[touchingmadness]

So um... I finished Nanowrimo... Only to be blessed by the Muse a couple hours later. So... new WIP, I guess. Yay?

[brotherdusk-blog]

So is it common for withdrawal symptoms to start 30 minutes after winning NaNo? Just checking. It’s my first time.

Seriously though. I don’t understand how am I going to go about my life without struggling to meet the day goals, updating the word count tracker for everyone to see and hanging around the forums. HOW.

[endlesshourglass]

NaNo Update: Day 1

First day ever of NaNo and I managed to write 1,795 words!?? I’m so thrilled guys!! Here is a little excerpt of what I wrote today. It’s from Chapter 2 of DISStopia:

“Hm, that’s odd.” The saleswoman scans the man’s bracelet again, but the light does not flash green. Instead, it flashes red over and over again, the light steady and rhythmic. The man cannot take his eyes off it.

“Oh shit.” He shakes his head. “Oh shit, no. No! It can’t be!” He pulls the woman forward by the collar of her white button-down shirt, his eyes manic and glaring. “Lady, how much value do I have? What does that computer say?”

“One moment, let me check-“

“NOW!” The man breathes deeply, his previously calm face now a mask of rage and panic.

The woman clicks a few buttons on her monitor. Her hand comes to rest over her painted lips and she looks up at the man with pity.

“It’s at 0.”

[kclenhartnovels]

I finally have a real day off tomorrow, so I’m going to try and get caught up on Nano. Let’s see if I can make tomorrow a 10k day. Now accepting applications for cheerleaders and food delivery services.

[kaykay1307]

Out of Step - xiii. band picnic (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/j4pHTo0Ct8 [ a band geek love story ] [ N a N o W r i M o 2 0 1 8 ] (Warning: This story includes long descriptions of band, food, and cute guys along with lots of mayhem and references to random things. The reading of this story may result in drooling, humming football tunes, long dreams about cute guys, daydreaming, and confusion. Read at your own risk) Alana Bower practically lives for marching band, but when a distraction in the form of tall, dark and bad boy starts to steal Alana from band practices, she has to make a choice: lose what matters most or lose the bad boy?

[luddlestons]

Went to a nanowrimo meeting and wrote this happening bc when put on a time limit to write things, apparently I resort to making my OCs kiss

[laurelmylerauthor]

The NaNo winner’s badge this year looks like something a young Utah Mom would have calligraphied for her kitchen...

But I’m proud to be a winner either way!

[adie-dee]

NaNo Day 22

Not much today because I work full time and prioritized a night out with friends over writing. But meh. life happens.

Anyway, here’s a couple of tiny snippets I wrote before work this morning.

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(Following on from Blake’s feelings yesterday)

Only I knew how, I just didn’t want to admit it. With the threat of my death looming I’d been doing the same thing. Don’t have feelings, don’t get too close to anyone. They’d only end up hurt.

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I hadn’t heard from Blake since he’d left. I’d gotten so used to him being here, or showing up unannounced, that it was strange not having him around. It was tempting to send him another text, only Marcus and Imogen had had a point - I needed to focus on saving myself. If I made it past my birthday, which right now still felt like a big if, then I could worry about whatever the hell was going on between the two of us. Up until then though there were more important things to worry about.

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I grabbed a slice of last night’s pizza and curled up the couch. I should have been getting dressed, heading out, doing something, but the motivation to do anything had fled. Was I really just going to procrastinate away my final days?

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[scriptuurient]

"Sure, I'm a psychic. It's what the sign says, anyway." Lock shot him a grin with a flash of teeth, far more teasing than genuine. "Want me to tell your fortune?" "Oh, yes please!" Enthusiasm shot like fire through his veins. His mother had told him stories of humans like this that she had met on the mainland, those with the ability to see what they shouldn't. Some selkies were gifted with it too, though that was rarer than tales would have the humans believe. "You'll grab a drink or two with a short, auburn stranger later this evening."

god these two are so fun

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Uh, so. I really like Sonos, and I really like Corcoran, and I really super like them together? They’re nemeses, sort of. Low-key. She’s my favorite supervillain daughter, and he’s my (surprisingly) favorite federal agent man, and this is the chapter in which I upgraded his descriptor from “federal agent” to “long-suffering federal agent.” Please have a snippet and love them too.

Sonos breathes out, and sound returns. She flicks the folder shut, stands, and grins. “Welp, that’s all I needed to know. Thanks a million, Connie. I won’t tell anyone about our huddle up if you don’t.”

He shakes his head, just once. He’ll have to have a discussion with the receptionist. “The file, please.”

“Oh, no, this is mine now. They’re just prints. I know you’ve got the digitals still. You can say I stole them.”

“That’s what you’re doing.”

“Yeah, but you can say it like you put up a fight and lost, instead of letting me walk out with them. Again: I won’t tell if you don’t. Promise.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose. He can’t actually stop her, of course. Not here, and not now. “This doesn’t change anything.”

“Oh, I know. Soundproof box, serve time for my crimes, etcetera, etcetera. Aware. And I fully intend to continue to be a pain in your ass, so you’ve got that to look forward to, although I’m sure this was my single shot at unexpected office hours. That’s all right. I’ll come up with something clever for next time, too. Until then: Ciao!”