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quote 2014-07-06 09:55

“I am trying,” she said, frowning. “And I don't like it. I don't like the drabby lockers. I don’t like the crowds. I don’t like the old looking classrooms and clunky, small, unadjustable desks. I don’t like the chalkboards because they're ugly and messy and nowhere near as cool as Entains. I don’t like that there aren’t any RegBots, and I thought they were the most annoying thing ever. Now I miss them because at least they were normal! And I don’t like...”

Jace cut Abby's statement short. “In other words, you don't like anything. More specifically from this century. I get it.”

A conversation between my protagonist and his younger sister as they adjust to making a significant time jump to the present day (21st century) and blending in as they attend school. I'm having to establish mostly character relationships now before getting into the major conflict, but so far, so good. I was able to salvage a few passages from my old draft so at least this part is painless.

I should be upping the first few four chapters of this story on Wattpad tomorrow. I'm a little over 10K on the project now (which means I wrote a lot today, about to stop in a little bit.)

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quote 2014-04-12 02:05

The Reading Perusals of Rose Summers

The light buzzing over my head flickered so much, it made my eyes hurt. Somehow this didn't faze him, as he paced in and out of the shadows of the dark room. My eyes could barely follow him through the narrow gaps in the costume. I wondered how many times he'd made use of this place, wondered how many interrogations he'd had with other people. My wrists tugged hard at the rope that bound them, but no yield. Sweat streamed down my brow, stinging my eyes as I couldn't wipe any of it away.

Was he waiting until I passed out? Again?

"Where is she?" My voice came out raw and tired.

"Kevin, do you really think you're in a position to ask questions?" He casually sat in the chair facing me, pulled out a cigarette, and lit the edge of it with a match pulled from a set in his breast pocket. When he finished, he shook the flame from the match, flicked the remains where it hit the nose of my wombat costume. "In any case, that was my question for you."

I didn't say anything. So he hadn't found her; he knew that I used the question as a bluff.

He chuckled, as if he'd guessed my thoughts. "Figured this would be a good way of getting you to talk."

From my Camp NaNo WIP. Still writing on this thing, though I'm writing snippets and still trying to link events together. Figured I'd get all the stuff down that excited me and link them together as I went along.

Just a bit over 24K now.

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quote 2014-04-04 08:23

The Reading Perusals of Rose Summers

I've looked at this place as if it existed within a sphere of glass, contained from the rest of the world. This was not the abandoned amusement grounds I recognized from my childhood. Once left damned to the passage of time, it was as if a glass blower heated the sphere, shaped it into a work of art that took on another image from whatever footprint it had before. All of this renovation had taken place within the span of a week. I guessed Arthur, as strange of an employer as he was, delivered on his promise.

My lips parted slightly as I looked up at the newly-constructed booth and the motionless clown with the crimson face sitting behind the panes of glass. It looked like a real person sitting there, but I couldn't be sure. I tapped a few times against the glass with a finger. No response.

I twirled my token nervously between my fingers. The instructions on the booth were clear enough: "Price: 5 token points for your fortune read. Insert coin(s) here."

No sooner than I had placed the coin in its slot than its head lifted. Large, dark eyes stared back at me from behind the glass. Its lips curled overzealous, like a clown convinced something resembling happiness would arrive knocking at the door if it could fake the gesture well enough.

-from my Camp NaNo WiP.

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quote 2014-04-01 13:00

The Reading Perusals of Rose Summers

"The insides of your body turning to stuffing isn't so pleasant now, is it?" His words echoed through my head. The flames from the candles cast a dim light over one side of his face, the other masked in shadow.

Harry's Great Trek (Empire Trilogy) (Volume 3) - Roger M Kean,Roger M Kean

From the NaNo WIP. Got about 2,500 words in last night, still not done for today though, as I'm just getting started. I'll take a reading break later on today, continuing with "Something Wicked This Way Comes." Hopefully I can finish that today, but I'm taking my time with both writing and reading.

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quote 2014-02-15 20:41

The Reading Perusals of Rose Summers

"If there's one thing I don't understand about humans in Kysratian society, why does it have a historical standing that one group, one scheme of ideas, one measure has to have dominance over another? Even to the point where they would eradicate other existences, rather than embrace them for what they are? Wouldn't it be ideal just to accept them, whether they are composed a certain way, or choose to express a variant identity as they see fit?"

I looked at him as I drummed my fingers against the wall I leaned on. "You understand that a lot better than many humans. But I think it's because you don't feel anything like jealousy or power lust."

His brows narrowed. "I know what they are, though. I do know emotions. I know anger, fear. My mind may be a template of neurons, but it's still my mind, Dita. Even if I have his memories. I wouldn't call him a father figure, but he was more like a father to me than our actual father was."

"But isn't it awkward to call the person whose memories you share your father when he was really you? You can take on the appearance of a human or a machine. Which one feels more natural to you?"

He chuckled, looking over the railing towards the bottom of the boiler room. "Don't define myself in terms like 'natural.' Whatever form I'll take on, it's all me. And that's all I'll ever be."

Conversation between my protagonist Dita and another major character, who I can't reveal the identity for because...*spoilers*. But he's not human.

But it's from the WIP. Still working today, and I probably won't get to reading until later if not tomorrow.

Happy reading all.

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