November 4


The third day’s challenge, also a day late. Hopefully I can get day four done today… On time. Also, I want to say that YAY, I caught up to my NaNo words for the day (hit 6685, might try for more later tonight.)

NOVEMBER 3: ambitious

He sat in the car, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on his own knee. His eyes were on the street across from him. Rain hit the windshield. The wipers slid over the raindrops, sliding them from one side to the other. There was a lone boy out on the street, probably about eleven or twelve. He was in that awkward, gangly stage where he was just starting to grow out of his childish stage. His eyes were big and dark, his hair plastered to his head.

Myung Dae contemplated stealing him. It would be easy right now. But his mind was elsewhere, on his suddenly ambitious partner.

What went through Byeong Chul’s mind when he decided to go to school in earnest? Myung Dae’s eyes narrowed. It came out of nowhere, the request and despite Myung Dae’s earlier protestations, he finally allowed it. He even funded it but sometimes he wondered if he made the wrong choice. After falling into the trap of trusting him, he had to wonder. Was this how he would escape? After all this time… What he didn’t understand was why now. He had plenty of opportunity to run or tattle at this point and still nothing. Was he trying to drive Myung Dae insane with the wondering of it?

The boy across the street had disappeared. The street was now empty, lonely. Only Myung Dae sat in the rain, under the cover of his car. He turned his head, checking the street behind him before he pulled out of his parking spot. What would Byeong Chul do if he came home with a new boy? Without his aid?

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November 3

Off to a winning start

I wrote the first 1600 words of my novel in an hour. However, I’ve fallen slightly behind due to my visit at mom’s. I don’t regret a thing, since I got to see my aunt come home from the hospital and play games with my family. It’s really nice to see them all again and it soothed some of the anxieties I’ve been feeling. (Then of course my brother started to guilt me.)

I’ll try to post snippets of my novel as I go so look out for those. I’m also going to attempt the prompt I mentioned before–it will just have to wait until after NaNo is over!

For now, here’s day one of my prompt challenge on Somnia:

NOVEMBER 1: accessible

All right! Here he went! He could do this! He was so pumped that he could practically smell him out there. A small blue ball of flame, Wisp turned round and round in bright circles, leaving a neon blue trail behind him as he went. Then he zoomed right down the hallway and through the kitchen, around the table, over the counters. The equivalent of adrenaline ran through his natural body and he pulsed with the energy, the excitement.

Master! Master! Master! he called cheerfully, though his words were without a voice. Only his master would hear it, his energy only accessible by his master. Wisp’s energy rarely flagged when he was inside the warm apartment, flitting around. Where there was light, heat, and energy, he was at his best and his strongest. Also… at his most hyper, as humans called it. Personally, he didn’t think his energy could be called hyperactive when it was his default state of being, really. He was energy, he was heat, he was light!

Air and fire helped him exponentially. Moisture, however, had a suffocating effect. He would smolder and gasp for breath the wetter he became; he really disliked rain, wet weather, anything of the sort. Whenever his master bathed, for example, he usually left him well enough alone.

“Josh, get your flashlight under control,” he heard one of his master’s human friends say in his good-natured tone. Wisp lit around his head a few times. Desmond. He was one of Wisp’s favorites because he seemed to always naturally default to good-natured.

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September 22

Fantasy Brawl

Another writing prompt!

Tsss! Flames sizzled past Liriel as he leapt up and grasped the tree branch. His heart thudded in his chest as he pulled himself up and swung his head downward, staring at the path the fireball left in its wake. Leaves blazed in the trees, ash fluttered to the ground, and the mountain boasted a new fiery, smoking pit. Liriel’s eyes widened as he pushed himself up to his feet on the next branch up.

“Come down here now!” Teras shouted up at him as she stomped her heel into the ground. She lifted her staff, eyes flashing and jaw set.

“N-no way!” Liriel called back. He slid his dagger from the sheath as his back.

“What are you going to do with that?” Teras stuck her tongue out. “You’ll have to come down here and fight me properly if you want to use that!”

Liriel looked down at the dagger. Red text danced over the blade, carved there by a blood mage. Liriel flicked his gaze to Teras and he turned the blade around so she could see the red text, too. Her eyes went wide, her mouth fell open.

“Don’t you dare! You wouldn’t dare!”

Liriel sank the blade into his own chest.