Feather Brain?

Forgotten City

“Hey, feather brain, wake up!”

Peter straightened up and tilted his head to one side, then to the other.

“I’m awake.”

“What’s your task for today?”

“I don’t know.”

“Go to the Task Dispenser and press a number.”

“I did.”

“And?”

“I accomplished it.”

“You were sleeping. How could you have accomplished anything?”

Peter searched his pocket and produced a crumpled slip of paper he handed to the robot. It stated “Take the day off”.

The robot stormed away in a fit of rage, screaming.

“Who hacked the Task Dispenser again? If I catch you, you’ll be sorry. I swear.”

100 Word Stories (Prompt: Feathers)

Clear

Mystical Falls

A small window allowed him a narrow view of the world. He liked that. A seagull flew by every now and then. And he just did his job.

That night, he didn't do his job; that’s what the money was for. In sheer darkness, he turned a blind eye. He sat down, his back towards the money piled up on the table.

The next morning, when he read the news, he climbed to the top of the lighthouse and jumped. In his mind, he became a seagull flying in a clear blue sky, carrying that kid who had been kidnapped.

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Disemboweled Regret

Milk Wood

The tomb was empty. Everyone panicked.

The searches lasted weeks.

Some believed the body was stolen. Others, that the lost soul would haunt a neighboring town, considering no haunting-related problems occurred.

The searches stopped.

A fortnight later, a ghostly voice roared “Do you regret it now?”

Everyone recognized it. It was homeless John who littered the streets for weeks. They asked him to leave. He refused. The town decided to solve the problem swiftly.

He was back now. Every morning, someone showed up dead, disemboweled and displayed in front of the town hall, just like it had happened to him.

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Your Earliest Memory

FrancePortnawak

“I died and went to Heaven. Heaven is very cold. My wife ordered me to bring a pullover. She knitted it for me. The last thing I recall is those men forcing me to wear it. Heaven is also quite intriguing. I thought I’d meet God, angels, and good-hearted people but my earliest memory of being in Heaven is when I almost turned into food. Now, I’m a pet. Good thing growling Mathilda (as I call her) is warm and cuddly. Still today, I wonder why my wife sent me to Heaven, although I seriously doubt it’s really called Heaven.”

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Eleven!

Well done!

What's for Dinner?

Asalia House

The children looked at their plates, disappointed.

“Can’t we have something different for a change?”

“Be grateful, there’s food on the table,” replied the headmistress.

Some of the kids sulked, others refused to eat. When lunch ended, most of the food went back to the kitchen, untouched.

“What should I do with this?” asked the head cook.

“Give it to the dogs. There’s no room in the fridge. And when you go by the cemetery later today, don’t bring the hands. The kids don’t like seeing fingers floating in the soup. Oh, well, at least the dogs will be happy.”

100 Word Stories

Flight

Tierra de Fuego

Cramped in their seats, no one moved. No one could move. The flights had become sheer torture. The number of seats increased but no one complained because the prices were irresistible. When the row started at the back, no one gave it much thought. It was only understandable. When the frantic voice of the stewardess asked people to remain seated, no one reacted. When a clearly tense captain announced an emergency landing, most were relieved. When the emergency crews arrived, the biggest piece to be found was the size of a handbag. Dirt cheap, said the flight advertisement. So true.

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At the Builder’s Brewery Art Festival

For the second year, I was invited by the Builder's Brewery in Second Life to donate a piece of my writing to be auctioned for Relay For Life (RFL). I have chosen a poem I wrote a long time ago that still today moves me for the seed of hope it conveys, "Peace Returns".

If you can, do bid on it. All proceedings will go to the American Cancer Society. The bidding can be done between May 21st and May 28th. To go to the location of the Art Auction, click here.

The Art Auction is one amongst many events taking place throughout the week. For more information, click here. For the Builder's Brewery RFL Art Auction Shopping Guide, click here.

Thank you for helping! <3

Out of my Brain

Innsmouth

The roads were littered with metal scraps. The food was scarce. No one dared say a word. The real problem was none of this; it was the compulsory pea-sized contraption. Then, they went back home and all the brains on Earth were placed in suspended mode, our bio energy being sucked away, long-distance. When they returned for a check-up, I was part of the test sample. I hid, and jabbed my eye to get them out of my brain. I lost an eye but they never saw me again. More have done it too. We’ll get Earth back, one day.

100 Word Stories

Cave

Octoberville

The growling coming from the cave was nothing compared to the fear they shared of ghosts. Emily, however, had a deep rooted curiosity about entities of a parallel dimension. The problem was that these entities enjoyed playing tricks on their mortal counterparts. One was imitating voices and that growling was exceptionally realistic indeed. When they stepped inside the cave to take a picture of the ghost, the flash showed them, for a fraction of a second, the chilling white teeth of a huge black bear. “Oh, so ghosts don’t exist after all,” said Emily disappointed with the insignificant furry problem.

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Think of a Number

Octoberville

“He slept for a thousand years,” read Mrs. Thomson. “And when he woke up,” she continued, hoping to keep the class quiet. “He…”

That’s when Peter stood up.

“Why did he sleep that long?”

The kids looked at him.

“I don’t understand.”

The quiet class quickly turned into a mob of loud kids.

“Children, the story isn't over yet,” protested Mrs. Thomson. It was hopeless.

Twenty years went by and Mrs. Thomson received a letter.

“I think I understand why he slept for a thousand years. I wish I could do the same.

Signed,

Peter, in for a life sentence.”

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Camp NaNoWriMo Goal Reached!

And here it is, the moment to bask in the fact that I have reached the goal I had established for myself. 10.000 words in 30 days and a few more chapters done.

I'm now only a few chapters away from (finally) finishing The Unspoken Footnote.

The next step is to finish the novel and to start revising it during the upcoming CampNaNoWriMo in July.

The Camp at my writers' community in Milk Wood will be up and running till then and I'll continue to host the 500 Word Snatches to give everyone who'd like to join me a bit of a push, 30 minutes/500 words at a time!

I'm Sorry

NeverlandX

A whisper, barely a murmur, caught his attention that night.

He squinted, adjusting to the darkness of the alley. A few steps and he heard it again.

“Who’s there?”

No one replied.

The murmur became a lament, loud and mournful.

He followed the sound as he stepped into the shadows.

Suddenly, he saw the shiny blade coming from the right and instinctively turned around.

That grin, he recognized her.

“I’m sorry,” he yelled in despair, trying to save himself. “I’m sorry.”

But it was too late.

“I’m not,” she replied, grinning as she did back then while he raped her.

100 Word Stories

Dumb Line

Collins Land

When staring at a line of people, it’s often difficult to spot who the dumb ones are.

Sometimes, they just look dumb. Other times, they hide it under a layer of apparent effectiveness. Phones are now especially useful for that; people look like they have extremely busy lives, doing extremely important things.

When the newest computer game came out, hacker John X watched the line of people standing at the entrance of the store, waiting impatiently for the doors to open, and he was sure of one thing. They were all dumb, no exceptions. Their eagerness would be their downfall.

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(Prompt: Pick two - Dumb, Hacked, Cherry, Drunk, Cage, Line, Hammer, Wolves)

Debate

MOSP

The two sides presented their arguments in a very civilized manner. There were no interruptions. The audience clapped in unison after each speaker. The moderator smiled content with how everything was going. During the break, a man sitting at the back stood up and started yelling something about kiss, and everyone thought he meant the band. He was rapidly removed by security much to the perplexity of those sitting on the right side of the aisle. Those on the left side snickered. At the end, viewers voted. The numbers were clear. The vampires won and it was a bloody mess.

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Library

Octoberville

The books shook on the shelves. At first, they got slightly roughed up. Then, the earthquake became stronger and they all ended up on the floor. Somehow, the Classics got mixed with the Sci-Fi which generated a rather electrifying commotion. The Gothics insisted on moving to the Horror section because they had a few relatives there. And the Mystery hardbacks sulked when they were temporarily lodged with the Crime paperbacks. The only ones thrilled with the uproar were the Erotica books. They had grown tired of being ostracized for years in the stuffy corner at the back of the library.

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Camp NaNoWriMo 2016 Participant

Camp NaNoWriMo started in 2011. It took place in July and August. In 2012, it moved to June and August to finally settle for April and July since 2013.

2013 was the year I started taking part in the NaNoWriMo, actually. I had heard about Camp, but the hubbahubba was far less intense, so I never really considered taking up the challenge.

However, as it always happens when you belong to a community of writers, I heard about others' experiences and was rather curious to check deeper into the possible advantages of Camp NaNoWriMo.

Cabins

An interesting feature it offers is the fact that we belong to a cabin. A cabin is composed of 11 writers and the communication channel allows for a much closer support than what we have with the general list of contacts at the NaNoWriMo.

I'm happy to say that, for the first time, The Virtual Writers community has its own cabin at the Camp NaNoWriMo website and I'm thrilled to have been invited to join it.

Plus, there is an added element of fun in this endeavor. Milk Wood has a real camp. Well, virtually real! I'll refrain from explaining too much because Katjamez has done it already and much better than I would. So, for a comprehensive look into Milk Wood's virtual camp site, do check KatJamez's wonderful blog post here. 

Screenshot from Kat's blog post

Tip: Check the rest of the blog too! In her blog Mirror Rim, Seeking the Muse, Kat wrote a series of posts titled Camp Survival Kit that I find particularly insightful.

Establishing Goals

Another engaging feature of Camp NaNoWriMo is the fact that we can not only establish our own goals but also choose the type of project we would like to work on, meaning, the challenge is not confined to the limits of fiction/non-fiction writing. As a matter of fact, many participants revise/edit or take on non-noveling projects such as writing scripts.

Tip: To determine how to establish word count for editing/research and scrips/graphic novels, click here. For the FAQs, click here.

Adjusting The Needs to the Challenge

The whole idea of the NaNoWriMo challenge is to push people to write, to encourage them to be productive in whichever project they might embrace.

Having accomplished the 50.000-word mark last November (and having surpassed it largely by almost 10.000 words) I didn't, however, manage to finish the novel. The Unspoken Footnote became a far lengthier text than I had first anticipated.

Long story short, it's time to finally tackle the last few chapters (seven) and finish the darn thing! I have established a goal of 10.000 words, 334 word per day.

Considering that I host the morning Snatches at Milk Wood, and that each session lasts 30 minutes having a goal of 500 words, I think this is totally doable. As a matter of fact, I do think I'll write more than the 10K, but I prefer to be conservative and reach the goal. Real Life does tend to throw a few unexpected obstacles my way every now and then.

Tip: The 500 Word Snatches I host take place Mon-Fri at 2am SLT (10am PRT/UK) and Sat 12noon SLT (8pm PRT/UK). On week days, we have two 30-minute sessions and on Saturdays we have one. For more information on other schedules, click here.

Sooooo!

Here I go. A new adventure begins tomorrow. Yep, I'll just follow the squirrels!

Wish me luck! *wink*

The Singapore Cleanup

Hazardous

“Where are we?” asked Penny.

The small boat slid through the narrow strips of water.

“I thought…”

“I know, love,” replied Miles.

Unexpectedly, a bend in the canal revealed a boathouse called Singapore. It was deserted.

“Ok. This is unacceptable,” Penny shouted. “Not only do we not travel to Singapore but we have to wait?! We are professionals!”

Suddenly, a sharp sting hit the side of her head. She was gone immediately.

The boat driver then turned his attention to Miles.

“The invitation did say Singapore, last stop.”

Miles tried to go for his gun, but it was too late.

100 Word Stories (Prompt: Singapore)

King

Wilanow Palace and Gardens

The kids made fun of Bernie whenever he said “I’m a King.”

What he meant was he belonged to the old local King family, although he wasn't called “King”.

Bernie was, however, proud of his heritage and no one would convince him otherwise.

Fresh out of College, a distant cousin called Harold King introduced him to the right people.

When Bernie came back for his high-school reunion, the kids sure didn't make fun of him when he said “I’m a king!”

He had married into a European royal family and had become king, only in title, but still a king.

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Guide

Octoberville

“We better throw it in the garbage,” complained Tim infuriated.

“I’ll fix it,” said Paul.

“We've been here for ages, Paul.”

Paul rolled his eyes and continued to work.

“Forget about it, I tell you.”

“I will fix it.”

This continued for a few hours, Paul getting more and more aggravated.

Suddenly, the thing started purring.

“See,” said Paul triumphantly.

“But it’s making an odd noise...”

Paul closed his eyes for a second, gave the thing a swift jerk and swung it at Tim.

What a shame, he hadn't followed Tim’s words and thrown the damn saw in the garbage.

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