Just For Fun

OKAY FOLKS. Not typically the kind of post I usually put up here, but I (SURPRISE. No seriously, it was a massive surprise) had a freaking EMPTY SPACE for this date. And since I've been wanting to post something about NaNo, I decided why not?

SO THIS IS MY FIRST NANO. Ever. I've seen it around but I never thought I'd like writing because, you know, I suck at writing. But then NaNo came around and I was like "Screw it" and signed up. 

And I am falling behind.

By like, a lot. SO YEAH. 

But it's actually really fun because...well I was going to say I got to write a story that's in my head forever, but that's not true. I was going to, but the Beauty and the Beast retelling just wasn't doing it for me. So I wrote my contemporary. Then started my psychological/paranormal (Still thinking which one) thriller. So yeah. 

Crap. I was going to leave it at this, but this post is way to short. 

Umm, anyone want to see the beginnings of my stories then? (I'm way too fond of opening paragraphs!) 

All My Goodbyes

Dying hurt, but it was what came after that hurt the most.

It was more than just not being a live anymore. It was seeing people suffering with the guilt. It was seeing people move on so easily. It was seeing everyone try to get past their sorrow. It was everything that came after the word “died.”

I suppose what they said was true.

Being left behind is more painful than death.

But watching those left behind hurts so much more.

Red Queen Killer

                The first time I killed, my mom bought me a doll. I was eight.

The second time I killed, my dad gave me the knife. I was ten.

                The third time I killed, my brother tried to stop me. No one could find him after. I was thirteen.

                The fourth time I killed, it was a double kill and my parents were dead. I was fourteen.

                After that it was just me and my doll doing what my parents had taught me.

                Never show mercy, he said as he sharpened his blade. They’ll beg for their lives, claim that they were innocent, that they never hurt anyone. But when God carves their name out on our hands, we know that they’ll kill and hurt thousands. Better to cut one life short than a thousand more. Ignore the plea in their eyes, the shine of tears. You say more lives than the one you cut.

                Patience is a virtue, she said, twirling her knife and stabbing at the air. Killing for Him is an art. Don’t be some mystery faced killer. It may take months to get close to the target and you can hate him as much as you want. But be patient and get close to him. Do whatever it takes to bring him down. It’ll pay out in the end.

                Do what He says, they said, sitting in front of me. When you’ve learned all you can, names will be carved on your hand. It will hurt and you will bleed, but you will be able to make out the name. And you will hunt down, and you will manipulate, and you will kill that person. You’ll be guided, of course. But in the end, you must do the killing.

                And so I did. 

How's YOUR NaNo going?