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  1. POLL TIME HECK YEAH

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  2. NaNoWriMo

    Hey everyone! I thought it'd be nice to have an official-ish forum to share our collective NaNoWriMo struggles, excerpts of novels, etc. (I know forums of this type exist on the NaNoWriMo site, but the Slam community is different.) To start off: What are you writing? Has your novel devoured your life yet? Cheers, Ainm
  3. sloppy nanowrimo excerpt

    I run. I don’t know where I’m running, but I run anyway. Past my dorm, past Hayden’s dorm, past the elevators, down a flight of stairs. Tears are blurring my vision, but I keep on running, because I can’t do this anymore, I can’t and I don’t know what Nikki was about to tell me but I’m not ready for that either. I run until my chest is hollow and and tight at the same time. I run until no matter how much air I breathe it will never be enough. I run until I taste blood on my lip where I was biting it. I run until I can’t run anymore. When I stop, I collapse to the ground and lean against the nearest wall. I wipe my mouth, and my hand comes away sticky and red. My fingernails are digging into the palms of my hands so hard that I’m afraid they’re going to start bleeding, too, but also I don’t think I would care if they did. I think I’m shaking back and forth. I don’t really know, though. I’m crying too hard to know. I don’t even know where I am. Someone walks by me, I think. They don’t stop. I want to throw up. I can’t do this. Someone touches my shoulder. I think it’s Hayden, for a second, because of the dark hair, but then I realize, after wiping my eyes, that it’s a boy I don’t know. He has black hair, and he’s tall, but that’s all I can tell. And he’s wearing a green jacket. “Come on,” he says. “Let’s get you back.” I let him pull me up. My lip is still bleeding and I'm still crying and shaking too hard to stand on my own. The boy slips his arm around my waist. “Can you walk?” he asks. I don’t respond. I don't know how. The boy asks again. This time I manage to nod my head, just a little, and he pulls me closer to him and we take a step forward. Almost all of my weight is on him. I don't know who he is, but I find it hard to care. Someone’s here for me, even if not for very long, and that feels good.
  4. A series of grays

    Dorman was known for its grayness. The weather was infamous for being a myriad of grays. The people weren't much better, with their gray faces and morals, particularly on this side of town between the cracks of the tall buildings and in the slits of light that reminded the people of the sky behind the gray clouds and concrete trees. The people weren't more colorful as a result. Their language could be described as colorful, their characters could. Their clothes, however, were mainly as a washed-out gray as the world surrounding them. This made any color stand out even more dramatically against the range of grays, including a periwinkle trench coat. The wearer of the periwinkle coat was named Arali, and she was in a hurry. She wasn't a woman who liked to waste time, nor a woman who could afford to at the moment. The bell would strike eleven at any moment, and she needed to be five blocks further east. There was another woman waiting there, five blocks east. She fell into step beside the woman in the periwinkle coat, tossing confusingly wavy hair over her shoulder. “Arali, you're late.” Arali glanced over her shoulder. The clock had just stopped ringing moments ago. “No later than the clock. Do you have them?” ‘Them’ could mean anything in their line of work. ‘Them’ could be anything from a goldfish to a poison to a group of people. Maeve managed to keep all of the various ‘thems’ in order. If Arali was feeling particularly soft that day, she might tell Maeve that. She certainly suffered enough by Arali's hand. I might not be doing nanowrimo this year, but I am editing a bunch of old work and welcome feedback.
  5. nanowrimo excerpt

    I cleared my throat. “Arden?” She looked up, her hair hanging in her face. “Yes?” “Um. I…um. I can’t really sleep alone. I won’t...we don’t have to be touching, I just—can’t.” A nod, sharp and understanding. “Okay.” She got up from the end of the bed and walked over to the other side of the bed, next to me. “Do you want me to turn the lights out? Would that make talking about...what you need to tell me easier?” I nodded. “Yes, please.” She turned the lights off, and then the lamps. She crawled into bed next to me, and wrapped her arms around me. “Is this okay?” I nodded. She can’t see me. “This is good.” “Okay. Do you feel ready to talk about it?” I sighed. “I’ll never be 100% ready, but I’m as close as I’ll ever be.” I took a deep breath. “My mom…” Inhale. Exhale. Am I going to start crying? “She…she hurt me. Touched me and I’m still not over it but it’s been years and I—” Quick breath in. I realized my eyes were filling with tears and buried my face in Arden’s shoulder. “I’m sorry,” I said, voice muffled. She rubbed my back. “It’s okay. My parents got a divorce, which isn’t quite as bad. But I understand having a favorite parent, at least.” I tilted my face up to her cheek and kissed her there. She pulled away from me. “Hey, no. Are you sure you want to do this? We can just sleep, if that’s what you want, or what you need. I won’t be upset.” “I don’t know. Does it matter?” A hint of sternness in her voice. “Of course it matters. Come here.” She kissed me, tenderly, on the lips. I felt her smile. “Good night, Pippa.” Author's note: a fluffy thing detailing my girls! who were supposed to have a slow-burn romance, but that didn't happen!!!! and i,, love them a lot.
  6. nanowrimo excerpt

    Her phone starts blipping, you look over to see the neon-ass blue of Skype, and you’re about to snark at her about either her mode of communication or about why you have to take a call in a fucking alley of all places you know you HAVE A HOUSE, you haven’t decided which. Shushing you as you’re about to open your mouth, Charlie starts going on about holy shit this is IT ok be cool I’m going to answer, and you roll your eyes. You watch her fix her hair and miss the call in the meanwhile. You tease her, ain't you gonna call back? and she tells you to literally, like, die.
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