Okay everybody, National Novel Writing Month is well underway, and most of you, if you have not run out of time (like me), energy, or plot, you're probably still typity typing away. Time to take a quick coffee break and read some of what your fellow NaNoers have to offer.
This month, in honor of NaNoWriMo, our contestants will be competing with the first (roughly) 1,000 words of their YA NaNo piece. These are raw and unedited, so be kind! Read on and see which one grabs you! Be sure to leave a comment and vote no later than Wednesday, November 24th at Noon CST.
After I stuff myself with turkey on Thursday, I'll count up the votes for a Friday announcement of the winner! You'll probably just be getting back from the Black Friday sales, so be sure to check in!
This month, we have three great contributors:
Showing posts with label Candace Taylor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Candace Taylor. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Stay Close, Don't Go by Candace Taylor
Prologue
Late
Clare
Ryan was late; and in the eight years I had known him, Ryan had never been late. I knew the old axiom—there’s a first time for everything; but my heart sped in time with my breathing and my muscles began to twitch with my nerves. If he wasn’t here already, there was a very good reason why.
My phone buzzed, making me jump like a paranoid criminal. I wasn’t a criminal, though; far from it, in fact. At fourteen years old, the most dangerous thing I had ever done involved a temporary tattoo in the shape of an orchid and a pair of clip-on earrings. Don’t ask.
The message on the screen was typical Ryan; short and to the point.
two minutes
Late
Clare
Ryan was late; and in the eight years I had known him, Ryan had never been late. I knew the old axiom—there’s a first time for everything; but my heart sped in time with my breathing and my muscles began to twitch with my nerves. If he wasn’t here already, there was a very good reason why.
My phone buzzed, making me jump like a paranoid criminal. I wasn’t a criminal, though; far from it, in fact. At fourteen years old, the most dangerous thing I had ever done involved a temporary tattoo in the shape of an orchid and a pair of clip-on earrings. Don’t ask.
The message on the screen was typical Ryan; short and to the point.
two minutes
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