Camp NaNoWriMo April 2017

Here we go again. A few days till the beginning of Camp NaNoWriMo.

The story I plan to write this year is an erotic thriller. I have been preparing it for four months. For the first time since I started doing NaNoWriMo/Camp NaNoWriMo, I've plotted every chapter carefully, leaving little room to chance. I hope that by doing this, I'll be able to stick to revising/editing more easily after I'm done with the writing stage.

My goal for April is to write the first 10k words. This means 334 words a day. It should be easy to do.

The story is untitled for now, although I have a few options to choose from. However, none has proven to be "the one" yet.

The characters are lined up and ready to be totally mischievous, and the story has enough twists and turns to keep everyone on their toes.

So, drum roll! Let the writing begin!

On Eggshells

SIC

New job, new goals, more money. That was great, right? Wrong.

Arthur’s supervisor, a wannabe vampire of sorts, decided to bite all the men in the company.

Arthur wasn't fond of bites, especially of co-workers, even if they were female. So, he maneuvered cautiously through the intricate maze of corridors.

The day the supervisor caught him by the wrist, he smashed her face in with the lunch tray.

He told the police he feared for his life. They believe him.

And Arthur joined another company. This time, the goal was to find a quiet work environment… with no biting.

100 Word Stories

(Prompt: PICK TWO: Join, Aspirin, Gravy, Mercantile, Polar, Clay, Eggshell, Juniper)

Dry

UWA Tricia Farella

No land in sight, no end in sight, no peace.

The ship sailed through the rough storm, and most disappeared quickly. The dread and the roar fought furiously as wind and rain slapped against the sides of this frail vessel, a growing fever of force subduing even the strongest will.

And the thunderous darkness fed on the fears inside, witness to an ominous dance of threats and horror.

And all she wanted was a warm, dry place where she could be in peace, an inner peace of rainless boredom, that carefree nothingness that without warning lets the warm sun through.

100 Word Stories

Flap

Octoberville

The tent flap suddenly flew open and any vague hope of privacy vanished in a split second.

“What are you doing?” Mrs. Hamilton’s raspy voice echoed through the valley.

“Nothing.” Romeo tried to conceal the true reason of his embarrassment by pulling the sleeping bag over his lap.

The camp monitor was relentless and drilled him with questions.

When she left, her doubts not totally set aside, Romeo smiled.

“That was a close call.” 

The short alien nodded and grinned.

“Good thing we don’t have these small houses back home, we just become invisible.”

“What?! Why didn't you say so?”

100 Word Stories

Suggestion

Octoberville

“Try looking under the bed, he says … Why didn't he come upstairs himself and look under the bed? Why did I have to be the one looking under the bed? On my knees, getting my best clothes dirty… Yeah, like the dude is going to hide under the bed. What if I find him? What then? I’ll just say, hello, you. All good?”

Silence.

“Oh, damn. What’s this?”

More silence.

“Hey, Patrick. He’s not under the bed. But I found that hand we lost track of. The one we chopped off of the… what’s his name? The other millionaire.”

100 Word Stories