
Nanowrimo Day 6:
Notable Nanos:
"I name thee, I claim thee, a price of blood you pay me."
The blackness overtook me again, but this time it was the golden sunshine of Harlow's face that I saw as I drifted into the ether, into the waiting virtue of night.
There's only thing that smells like a landfill. No question about it. I awoke to the charming scent of of Eau de County Dump.
"God, you really know nothing about all this, do you? Do you even know what you are?"
The way he said it made me feel really stupid all of a sudden. I mean, I knew there was some mumbling about a prophesy, knew I was my sister's Protector or Guardian or something, knew I couldn't go back home again, and knew that there were all kinds of grisly men roaming the countryside sprouting tusks out of their lower jaws. I also knew there was no point in bullshitting this guy about any of that.
"I don't know Jack Shit, dude. You better start talking."
Published on November 06, 2011 07:24