Where did you end, as you tried to cram a few more words in before midnight (well, if you’re like me)?
Last Line of the Day - NaNo 2021
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It’s the most lucid she has been in weeks, but Dawn can’t feel glad for it. Instead, she feels dread, cold and viscous, curdling in her stomach.
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"I hardly think you can say that my sweet one. I seem to recall you convincing Cook that for your fifth birthday I had said you could eat all the medovik you wanted before dinner, and you could hardly sleep for crying."
(Only 11pm on Day 1 in my time zone here right now)
(Only 11pm on Day 1 in my time zone here right now)
Michael returned home to find Sean sitting by the window playing a slow melancholy version of “Castle Kelly” while Frannie marched the living room, two pennywhistles jammed in her mouth, off-kilter D and C dissonating.
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GARUHK: You’re the daughter of Dear Henry, rebel bandit king, scourge of the rich, powerful, and corrupt. Your father was a symbol of hope in dark times. I won’t make you become that. You’re your own person. You can decide whether you want to fight back like your father did, avenge your father and uncle, save your mother, or run away and make your own quiet life far from here. Wherever you want to go, I’ll be at your side.
Today's last line (end of chapter 2):
“I hope we like Queen Croco,” Gigi said, sounding unsure.
“Me too.” Evan was also unsure, but several degrees more positive they would not like Queen Croco.
“I hope we like Queen Croco,” Gigi said, sounding unsure.
“Me too.” Evan was also unsure, but several degrees more positive they would not like Queen Croco.
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This, in her hands, is proof that someone had once loved her. That she belongs somewhere.
Then she went home, but she came back later -- multiple laters -- so she could chat with her new friends.
…the muse of the shower decided I wasn’t done, so, new last line, from my other micro-NaNo story:
Round and around and around and down the set again, twirling into the lowest place, breathless, laughing and already counting.
…the muse of the shower decided I wasn’t done, so, new last line, from my other micro-NaNo story:
Round and around and around and down the set again, twirling into the lowest place, breathless, laughing and already counting.
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Just before Queen Croco settled into guardian position, Evan asked, “Where are the Cayfolk?”
“Crystal Cay.”
“Crystal Cay.”
"That's good. For I would hate ending up in the mental ward because I've gotten too old to remember not to talk about it, and no one believes me. A question though. Can I bring books?"
I tucked that phone away in my pocket, all big and square and jabby corners. Then I got out of there.
He started with the typical boom chuck pattern that all old-time fiddlers have at their core, but as the tune repeated he spiced it up: hitting only the dominant notes, picking out the offbeats with a hint of syncopation, varying in time to Jodi’s whims.
Of course, she realizes. That’s why they’re here, risking being seen in a place crawling with clergy. They need a ship to get off world. And Dawn is going to have to follow them.
"If I can have your attention, please," the female lieutenant said. "What we know is that five of the fifteen ships are currently heading for Earth at a high velocity, and they are escorted by a hundred smaller ships. As we don't know their capability, we have no information on when they will arrive, but an attack may be imminent."
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