Hello to new faces!!
July's Camp Nano officially finished with 30 000 words! I could have totally gone for the 50k tbh but I had such a busy July it's good I settled with 30k.
I was writing multiple stories, so here are some of my own personal favourite lines from some of them!
Temple Priest:
Jason whistled a little at this. “Aren’t you far away from your home then? How on earth did you end up here?”
Aabel fell silent, and at that very second Jason realized he had made a mistake when asking this. However, there was no way to take that back, and he had the growing suspicion Aabel would answer it out of obligation, regardless of whether he felt comfortable with that or not. And before Jason had the time to tell him he didn’t need to answer, Aabel had already spoken:
“Slave trade. My village was attacked and everyone they could capture was taken in and exported abroad. I have heard people with blond hair and blue eyes are a luxury item elsewhere.” Although Aabel clearly tried to keep his voice neutral, it was easy to spot the venomous and bitter tone from between those words. “They also make good blood sacrifices because their veins are very visible.”
The last words were spoken with so much barely hidden hostility Jason felt a chill run down his spine, and at that moment he knew he had to change the subject entirely.
Revenge Story:
Due the events of the past two days at school, the presence of police cars didn’t strike me as odd at first. It was only when I dragged myself to Angus and Rudolf out of habit that I realized there was no reason for there to be cars.
“Another victim,” Angus said nonchalantly, as if this turn of events didn’t bother him the least bit.
I looked around. Kathy was not there, and although I wanted to believe it was because she had finally came into her senses and ditched us scums for good, I couldn’t help the cold sweat falling down my back.
“Was it K--” I started, but Rudolf interrupted me:
“No, it wasn’t Kathy, although I wouldn’t give a sh*t if it was h--”
This time the one interrupting was Angus, who had moved his hand in front of Rudolf in an imposing manner: Enough of that.” Then he turned to me. “And yes, Kathy is alive. The victim was some girl who had sneaked outside for a smoke in secret to her parents.”
Planchette
Albert tried again, this time with more courage: “Is there someone, anyone, here with me?”
Still no answer. Albert could feel the uncomfortable cold sweat starting to fall down on his back. But after having gone through all the trouble to start this, he was not the one to give up just yet. For the third time, Albert called out: “Is there anyone here with me?”
It was an odd sensation Albert couldn’t quite put in words: it was almost like the planchette itself had started to move, but simultaneously it felt like his hand was moving on its own and leading the small piece of wood on, all the way to the left side with the text “NO” written on it.
“Very funny,” Albert said with a frown, but after the initial mix of amusement and annoyance, Albert started to realize there indeed was someone with him - and that someone had immediately started messing with his head.
And yeye please share your own lines too! Even if they aren't from nanowrimo stuff it'd be super neat to see what others are working on! And with the privilege of the thread maker I can say I wouldn't even mind if people came here to post their short-ish excerpts they have written recently or something like that! It's not like this thread is super active anyway