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ScarletFrost
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PostPosted: Sat Nov 02, 2013 11:48 pm


I'm trying for NaNoWriMo this year. If you don't know what that is, then Google it. So I"m going to be dumping snippets of writing and sketches here. Enjoy!

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PostPosted: Mon Nov 04, 2013 4:28 pm


I need to do the same... what exactly is the rules? it's a short novel, right? 50k words by the end of the month?

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PostPosted: Wed Nov 06, 2013 7:09 pm


Chieftain Twilight
I need to do the same... what exactly is the rules? it's a short novel, right? 50k words by the end of the month?


That's it. All 50K must be written between 12:00:01 am November 1st and 11:59:59 pm November 30th.
PostPosted: Sat Nov 09, 2013 6:47 pm


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I need to do the same... what exactly is the rules? it's a short novel, right? 50k words by the end of the month?


That's it. All 50K must be written between 12:00:01 am November 1st and 11:59:59 pm November 30th.


I'm easily 15,000 words behind, then. sweatdrop

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PostPosted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 6:21 pm


I feel like a flake on this NaNoWriMo thing.... redface

i feel like I am a flake at this NaNoWriMo thing... redface

anywho, diggin' the new scrapnel. 3nodding

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PostPosted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 8:02 pm


Chieftain Twilight
I feel like a flake on this NaNoWriMo thing.... redface

i feel like I am a flake at this NaNoWriMo thing... redface

anywho, diggin' the new scrapnel. 3nodding


Dito. I've only managed 1500 words so far. Not even breaking 10K yet and it's the 20th.

And yeah, Matt's fun. He's a cat person, and his best friend is a werewolf. rofl
PostPosted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 8:14 pm


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I feel like a flake on this NaNoWriMo thing.... redface

i feel like I am a flake at this NaNoWriMo thing... redface

anywho, diggin' the new scrapnel. 3nodding


Dito. I've only managed 1500 words so far. Not even breaking 10K yet and it's the 20th.

And yeah, Matt's fun. He's a cat person, and his best friend is a werewolf. rofl


yikes! eek I kept telling myself "oh, it's the 15th? I'll just hustle my a** off and get it done..." but I never got started. didn't even get the first word jotted down....

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PostPosted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 7:07 am


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Dito. I've only managed 1500 words so far. Not even breaking 10K yet and it's the 20th.

And yeah, Matt's fun. He's a cat person, and his best friend is a werewolf. rofl


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yikes! eek I kept telling myself "oh, it's the 15th? I'll just hustle my a** off and get it done..." but I never got started. didn't even get the first word jotted down....


-pats you both on the head- Looks like we're in the same boat. Maybe next year we can have a small (or large) support group here? ^_^

Scarlet, I really enjoy your artwork and the quirky stories behind them.
PostPosted: Sat Nov 23, 2013 10:02 am


Detective Emma “Red” Ryder

Chapter 1: She doesn’t even like paintball

“And then some hippie told the media that it was a wolf attack!” Emma ranted at the windshield. She was never in a good mood this early in the morning, and the circumstances of this particular assignment irked her even more. “Wolves haven’t even been seen in the area for over a hundred years.”

“Leave it to an amateur to start a panic,” Matthew mumbled around his donut as he maneuvered the squad car up the windy mountain roads.

“This is such a bull assignment. The paramedics and news crews are already there, and if it really was a wolf, then it’s for the forestry service to deal with not us,” she punctuated by pounding her fist on her thigh. “And if it’s not a wolf, then we need to get animal control out here.”

“And if it was an attack dog?” he prompted. “We need to find whoever is holding the leash.”

She growled noncommittally.

“Besides, I know one thing for sure,” he said as he pulled into the turnoff for the Wolf Mountain trailhead and picnic area.

“What?” Emma asked as she drained the last of her coffee.

“No self-respecting wolf would want to get high off eating a hippie.” Matt parked the car in the dirt clearing, taking up enough space for two cars with his crooked parking job.

Emma smiled for the first time that morning. Matt always had a way of making the obvious comical. It was the reason she grudgingly accepted him as her partner.

“Come on. Lets get this over with so we can file the paperwork,” she said, getting out of the car.

“Ugh, fresh air,” Matt groaned as he stood and stretched his long six-foot-two frame.

“Poor city boy,” she teased.

“Can it, Red.”

“Don’t call me that!” she snapped, her momentary good mood starting to slip.

“Then don’t mock,” he retorted.

Emma led the way to the nearest college student who shared a heavy chain belt with an old-growth sycamore. He looked worn out from his preservation vidgile, but even though the large lock was within easy reach, he didn’t look about to bail on his sacred duty.

“Detective Ryder, River Ridge Police,” she introduced herself. “What can you tell me?”

“I’m Steve Lawrence. Wait—are you Detective ‘Red Jacket’ Ryder?” the young man asked, his eyes lighting up.

“No,” she replied, her voice dripping with menace.

“But…you look like the chick on the YouTube video,” he protested.

“I’m not here about an online video,” Matt interjected before Emma got any more perturbed. “You want to tell me about the victim?”

“It’s Lance. Lance Porter. He’s sort of our leader, always keeping us motivated. He’s over there near the tree line in a little ditch.” He pointed to the place where the the paramedics had draped a large white sheet over the ground.

“When did you find him?” Emma asked, her temper under control again.

“Like, early this morning when I went to use the latrine,” Steve thought back. “Maybe at four or four-thirty in the morning?”

“And no one heard him scream?” Matt asked, a little skeptical.

“Nope. I almost tripped over the guy as I was coming back.”

“Were you chained to the tree all night?”

“Obviously not since I had to leave to pee. It’s not like I can just go right here or use a coffee can or something. It’s not a good image for the press,” Steve defended himself.

“Aren’t you afraid that the evil loggers will get the tree while you tinkle?” Emma asked.

“I’m more worried about the wolf getting me, right now,” he retorted. “We’ve heard strange howls in the forest for several nights now. I thought it was just stray dogs or coyotes, but the bite marks in the body are too big. I’m tellin’ ya, man: the wolves are back.”

“Do you know who was the last person to see Lance?” Matt asked, unperturbed by Steve’s dire conclusions.

“I think it was Mato. He’s been Lance’s right-hand dude for months. They didn’t always see eye to eye, though. Mato didn’t like the corporate attention we were getting. It was Lance’s idea to get sponsors for the protest—you know, people and companies who actually care about the environment and wildlife. These trees are hundreds of years old. Do you know how long it would take to replace them?” he demanded, his indignation overriding the horror of the death.

“A couple weeks?” Matt guessed absently.

Steve ignored him and kept going. “These trees were here when the pilgrims landed in Plymoth. There’s not many like these left in the country, and chopping them down for toothpicks is just a crime.”

“Back on topic here,” Emma interjected, “Lance got sponsors—what did the sponsors get out of it?”

“They got the good publicity for defending our natural heritage. Their sponsorship means we get real food and decent camping equipment,” he explained. “Lance was a real charismatic guy. The only one more serious about saving the trees was Mato, but he ran as soon as he saw the body. I got sick myself. It’s pretty mangled. Mato got there right after I did. He’s probably still in the woods throwing up.”

“Think we should bring Mato in for questioning?” Emma asked, her eyes already lighting up.

“Red, please no,” Matt begged, knowing that look in her eye. “Just leave a message and have him call us later.”

“Are you sure you’re not the one who shot her partner?” Steve interjected. “Because the news blog I read—“

“NO!” Emma and Matt chorused.

Emma turned on her heel and marched over to the body. She lifted the sheet to take a quick look at he remains. There were bite-marks everywhere, including the throat. He had been almost eviscerated. She thought she could see his liver peeking out from under the coils of red and pink intestines. Matt came up behind her but refrained from a close examination.

“Does he look particularly wolfed to you?” she asked.

“He’s torn to shreds, if that’s what you mean,” Matt replied.

“But not really eaten. If we’re dealing with a real wolf—and I don’t think we are—then the victim would have been partially eaten, probably by an older wolf that can’t hunt faster prey,” she speculated.

“Maybe he wanted to stay above the influence.”

“Or maybe this wasn’t a wild animal encounter,” she said. “Maybe this wasn’t even a botched drop-and-run body disposal.”

“What about Mato?” Matt asked.

“I was hoping you’d ask. Feel like a man-hunt this early in the morning?” she asked with a delighted childish grin.

Matt covered his face with his palm. “Can’t I just stay here with the hippies?”

“And risk him skipping town on us, no way!” she cried.

“Please?”

“Do you want me walking into a murderer- and-slash-or wolf-infested forest all by myself?” Emma demanded. Without waiting for an answer, she took off without him, almost running for the tree line. With a resigned sigh, Matt followed her.

Matt hung back but dutifully kept his enthusiastic partner within earshot. He caught up to her when she paused to examine a track in the dirt.

“Come on, Red, we’ve been at this for ten whole minutes,” he groused. “Can’t we call in some real blood hounds for this sort of work?”

“Not until after I lose this trail,” she replied absent mindedly.

“How do you know that’s Mato’s footprint? It could be any hiker’s,” he insisted, ducking under a web-filled tree branch.

“It rained last night, and this track was made after the ground was softened,” she lectured. “See how the tread of the boot is still very crisp in the mud?”

“There’s so much poison oak around here, I think I’m developing a rash just from looking at it. And don’t get me started on the bugs.” He rolled his shoulders uncomfortably, as if he could feel the multi-legged perps crawling up his spine.

“Suck it up, city boy,” she retorted. “Your wussy-ness is letting a murder suspect get away. Come on!”

She moved towards a fork in the path. The left fork was obviously well traveled and easy, while the right fork sharply inclined as it ascended a rocky mountain face. Emma veered right without a second’s hesitation.

“You know, there might be a reason the path less traveled is less traveled,” Matt shouted to her. “It doesn’t look safe, Red!”

“I told you not to call me that!” she shouted back over her shoulder. “I don’t even like paintball, and I refuse to be known for one stupid—“

An ominous rumble cut her off. She glanced up at the mountain side and saw the dusty blur of a rockslide heading straight for her. She turned to run, but instinct told her that she wasn’t moving nearly as fast as the rocks above her. The first large stone caught her hip and sent her sprawling.

She tried to curl up to protect her head. Something sharp hit her arm—except it didn’t feel like a rock. Suddenly she was moving again, her body being dragged over the rocky path and then she was falling down another short slope. She landed on an outcropping so hard it knocked with wind out of her. She managed to roll close to the cliff wall and closed her eyes to wait out the longest landslide in history.

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PostPosted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 7:26 pm


ooh~ turning one of your old comics into a novel? I LOVE IT! biggrin that is something exciting. ^w^

and aye, Sakura, I like that plan. the three of us will be a main team. and we can use the NaNoWriMo forums as a Supergroup. ninja
PostPosted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 9:32 pm


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Yeah, my inker disappeared on me, and I wanted to keep going with the story. I think the hamster in my right-brain has been working on the plot in my sleep, since I'm getting a lot of great ideas that are all fitting together! biggrin

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PostPosted: Tue Dec 03, 2013 9:38 pm


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Yeah, my inker disappeared on me, and I wanted to keep going with the story. I think the hamster in my right-brain has been working on the plot in my sleep, since I'm getting a lot of great ideas that are all fitting together! biggrin


I'm glad, I have been looking forward to reading more of it. ^_^
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