First 366 words of Nanowrimo project

Samuel woke up, “What was the point?” he wondered. “No job to go to, no jobs to find, and him and his girlfriend Ana were living with his mom again. Seriously, what is the point of even getting up, this sucked!” In frustration Sam, threw a pillow, it seemed to move in slow motion as his eyes adjusted to the light, there was a loud clang as it nailed one of the swords hanging on the wall above the various brickabrack on cabinets and shelves.

Ana woke up beside him exclaiming “What the…”. “Sam explained, “oh, it’s nothing I just tripped when I was trying to get up.” “How do you trip a pillow into the wall?’

“Oh, you saw that huh?” , Sam smiled.

“Yeah, I saw that”.

The room filled with a sound of metal scraping on plaster, Ana and Sam looked in horror as the end of the sword cut loose from the wall. It swung through the book shelves and cabinets carving a path of carnage and destruction through the various action figures, Fantasy art, and role playing books. The sword which was originally designed to be wielded by a Samurai to carve through legions of Mongol hordes was now carving through legions of Wookies from Star Wars, Orcs from World of Warcraft, and splitting a spiderman figure right in two. At the end of its path the sword released from the wall. The sword sailed through air, towards Ana’s collection of stuffed animals, a piercing scream filled the room as the sword found its destination, impaled through the head of a stuffed Koala Ana had owned since she was 3.

“Shit”, Sam exclaimed.

Ana’s screaming didn’t cease as she began to beat on Sam with pillows, sheets, blankets, other stuffed animals, and her fists. “What the hell is wrong with you!”, she screamed at him.

“It was an accident”, Sam yelled as he retreated from the room, tripping over laundry, the remains of the koala and casualties from the Wookie massacre.

“Thank God Mom isn’t home”, Sam thought. “I have been getting enough grief from her already about finding work and working on around the house, I can’t use any more.”

Just another old house

The Acrocia Estate is old, from the outside it seems like a relatively normal mansion; a lavish and well designed mansion yes but normal. On the inside…ooooh boy, on the inside it feels like it goes on forever. Don’t get me wrong it isn’t mystical or anything…well I don’t think it is anyway but the tiny looking ancient house has long lush corridors, winding staircases that feel like they can reach to the stars and ancient catacomb like tunnels that reach deep into the earth. Well, it felt that way when I was six anyway, now it was just a old house with sky rocketing bills and more work to be done then my miserable old grandfather and myself can handle.

The Bargain

Emily looked out into the darkness. They were finished here tonight but what would happen? Would it work? And more importantly would they get caught?

She looked back to the South end of the bridge which they had come from hoping that no one was out tonight, that no one had seen them.

“We are alone sweetie.” Tracy’s voice said from behind her. Emily turned around to see Tracy bent far over the edge of the bridge as if to make sure he was gone for good. “Don’t worry pet, we won’t have to worry about his type no more.”

Emily digested the words and formed a smile. “No more”. She couldn’t believe it had finally happened; were they finally rid of him? She looked to her companion; she stared as Tracy pulled herself up from the edge of the bridge and threw her nest of hair behind her. She watched intently as Tracy adjusted her clothes and brought herself up into a stance of authority.

She sometimes wondered where Tracy’s strength came from. Especially now, after what they did, she was a panicky wreck, looking around, tapping her feet; her heart was beating with the force of an elephant hitting the ground from a fall from the top of the grand canyon.

But Tracy, Tracy was calm. Calm as she straightened up. Calm as she lit her cigarette. Calm as she stood and smoked; each breath making her taller and more powerful filling her with the strength Emily sorely needed throughout her life. She even remained calm as she got ready to put out her cigarette on Emily’s arm.

A new excerpt - A near trip into the void.

It felt good to get a small bit of writing done tonight. Just a clip of something new but it is interesting to me so I will write into it every onece in a while.

Ballard opened the wooden door to the study hoping to see the one he would ultimately marry but unfortunately it was bare. Bare wasn’t the word, as it was gone; completely absent from the world, from the universe. He looked out upon a blank slate as if the world were erased leaving nothing but blank canvas. Canvas might not have been the best word as this area of space where the study of the Acrocia mansion was, was now completely empty, he looked out thorough the doorway to a barren field of white as if he was looking out through a portal into another world.

He closed his eyes and prepared to step into the void when he felt a hand upon his shoulder. “Ballard old boy!” the voice exclaimed. Ballard opened his eyes only to see the view of the study before him, him with one foot in the entryway and one foot into what was...nothing. He shook his head around only to see the jolly mustachioed grin of Elden Acrocia.

“Ballard it is good to see you!” exclaimed Elden. “Are you here to see Emily?”
Ballard, still jostled by his experience with the nothingness he was about to step into merely nodded and grunted a “uhhuh”. Emily was the reason he came here, the only reason he would ever come to this place.

“Well I am sorry my friend but she is not here. She hasn’t been here for a few days.” Said Elden

“What!?”, said Ballard “not here?, that’s impossible I left her here yesterday!”
Elden wrinkled his brow in frustration, “That can’t be my friend, she is visiting her brother and has been absent from the estate since Tuesday. If you like I can ring her for you.”

Ballard shook his head, if this is the case he wouldn’t want anyone to think he was losing it. “Well I must be thinking of last week, the late nights I have been working are taking their toll on me I guess.”

“Well you are always welcome to use the guest bed my friend, will you be staying?”

“No, not tonight Elden I will have to pass, much to do as usual.” Ballard shook Elden’s hand and left to his car.

Excerpt 01 *gulp* 10-30-2002

Here is an excerpt from the mind of the main character in the novel I have been writing.

Something other than the vague consciousness given to us is destined for us. We are fated for more in this universe of uncreativity, uncertainty, indecisiveness...no, that's not it, let me start over.

I wake up in the morning and think to myself,

"Will I accomplish something today? Learn something? Create? teach? Feel? See? know? achieve? will I?"

I think about a time when life was about... well, skip that. I am not in a mood for great wisdom right now. I will share that another time.