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Post by Snake on Nov 29, 2009 1:56:59 GMT -5
I'll probably be able to win, though I still haven't updated any of my progress.
Woops.
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Post by Pickle on Nov 29, 2009 18:24:43 GMT -5
So, I got an e-mail from my region, and there will be this little party happening at a dinner 20 minutes from my house next saturday. Should I go?
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Post by Snake on Nov 30, 2009 3:00:47 GMT -5
I'd say go if there are a lot of other people going and they're around your age.
Anyway...just won. Yay.
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Post by Pickle on Nov 30, 2009 16:24:55 GMT -5
Yay!
Hey Snake, I wanted to know about your novel, but you did not fill out any information. What's it about? And can I read a chapter from it? I'll post an exerpt from mine, too! I still need to come up with a name.
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Post by Snake on Nov 30, 2009 17:19:20 GMT -5
My novel is a fantasy novel that is actually pretty boring because the main character is about as interesting as a wet paper towel (the cheap kind, not the quality stuff). But once I rewrite it from the viewpoint of a much more interesting character I'll post a chapter.
I haven't checked out your profile yet, but I'm looking forward to reading your excerpt.
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Post by Pickle on Nov 30, 2009 17:21:34 GMT -5
I'm not done yet; still working on the last page. But I don't get of the main character is not great; I wanna read a fight!
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Post by Snake on Nov 30, 2009 19:11:50 GMT -5
Oh! I have an idea. Someone on the NaNoWriMo forums made a topic about autosummaries in Microsoft Word. If it turns out well, I'll post the summary (which will probably be a lot more interesting than most of the story itself). Edit: My Novel: A Summary Ten words in ten sentences. [/size][/b] "Kameron." "Kameron." "Avery?" "Avery?" "Avery?" "Avery?" Kameron
"Kameron! Avery. Avery?" ...Sadly, that probably sums up the main character well. Also, I have an idea for a topic. Hee.
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Post by Pickle on Nov 30, 2009 22:23:13 GMT -5
Then show us the gritty details! We want to know the good and the bad. We are here to help. Here's mine, right at the center of the document. Since I have over 76 pages, this is straight from page 38. OOOOH, IT'S AT THE MURDER SCENE, TOO! I'm putting a spoiler tag for the younger. If you are squeamish, don't read. Oh, and this is not edited, so there are probably spelling problems. Forgive for those! The smell was getting worst it seemed, yet each breath she became use to the smell and she did not feel quite as nervous anymore. Just distant. But she released her knees and feet were cold. She looked down and saw she was kneeling in water.
Not blood; simply water. But she did not hear the watering running. Was anyone in the bathroom?
Sandra slid up the door, running her fingers along it and listen. No water running. Nothing.
She knocked on the door and opened her mouth. But her voice would not come to her. Up and down her jaw moved without sound except occationally her teeth clinking together. They sound so loud, couldn’t anyone in the house hear them?
She got fed up with the noise and herself and closed her mouth tight and her eyes equally tight, just to think. Really think. Okay. Okay. She had to check the bathroom. She took another deep breath and ignored the body of the dead girl at her feet. “Hello.” She finally let out gently and knocked on the door gently.
No answer. So, she simply opened the door. It was a bit of a struggle; a carpet got caught under the door. She was getting impatient and nervous. She had to brace herself against the door just to push it open. Oh god, her ankle just brushed up against Maron. But she ignored it in hopes of getting the door open.
With one finaly shove, she opened the bathroom. The lights were on.
Delilah was floating in the bathtub. No, she was submerged in it. Her naked body was distorted by the water, but she looked up empty. Her eyes looked red.
At first, she wondered of she commited sucided. But it could not be suisuide. There was no blood. When women commit suicided, they cut. But there was no blood. Delilah drowned. Someone drowned her, choked her daughter, and slit her father-in-law’s throat.
Was everyone dead? That was the awful smell. That was why nobody was awake. Because they were dead.
Oh, Sandra was stupid. The killer could be in the house still.
Oh, she was screaming now. And she kept telling herself to stop screaming. But she could not stop once she started.
It was too much.
She back out of the bathroom, her shoes making a slippery sound at each step. Sandra mindlfy stepped out of Maron’s way, wondering maybe she would get up. But the girl made not move. Sandra focused on her body, though. Maron was whole and still human looking, not the meat-mess that Mark was now. She had to get out. She had to get out right now.
Sandra reached for the door to the breeze-way; did she shut it?
The door opened much faster then she thought and she fell down on the steps.
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