Hey team, Kat here! Trying out something new to share everyone’s epic NaNoWriMo projects! Read 280-ish character snippets from some of your fellow Mighty Pens members and vote for your favorite! The winner will be this week’s Word Warrior 😀 I’ve removed their identifying information (for now).
You can compete in next week’s contest by sprinting with us on twitter Friday, 17 November, 3-5pm Eastern. The theme will be Best Kiss!
Without further ado, the entries:
As he opened his mouth, a string of excuses probably ready to go, she opened hers as well. And then she puked all over his shoes. That’s one way to win an argument, she thought.
Under my skin, the wish to fight itched and boiled. The woman stumbled back, holding her axe in front of her with quaking hands.
‘Demon!’ she cried, her voice tight with terror. ‘It’s a Rift-born demon!’”
Eyes turned to me, and I didn’t wait for more cries of damnation. With a sweep of my arm in front of me, shards of ice shot through the air, shrieking. The last thing those scornful and terrified eyes saw was a storm of ice descending upon them.
Max grinned at her with something approaching fondness. “You’re welcome, officer.”
“Stop calling me that.”
“Then you’re welcome, Bailey.”
She hated that she liked the way her name sounded on his lips, but a coughing fit saved her from having to respond.
The whole set of silverware rose, a miniature army. Knives and forks bent forward, their edges like angry animals ready to charge. As a group the silverware darted forward, a quiver of arrows shot in unison and headed straight for Adam.
“Enough!” she shouted. Her army of cutlery dropped lifeless to the ground, reshaped as if nothing had happened. In the stillness, eyes darted from where Adam stood nearly impaled by his own silver to his shaking sister whose eyes were a storm.
And, for funsies (please don’t vote for me!), here was my contribution:
“Have you been spying on us?”
“No. This investigation is for your and his safety.”
“Well, what am I even doing here, then? You know more about my dad than me! I want to go home.” I bang my hands on the table loud enough that even I hear the thump. Eleanor jumps. I lean back in my chair again and wrap my arms around my middle.
Vote below just by commenting with the entry number! Please vote before Noon, ET, 11 November (Happy Armistice Day???). Hope y’all had fun with that one, and I’m looking forward to Best Kiss next week!