ANTI-Nano.
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per_soloSo, in looking around the web, earlier this month, I saw that there was apparently an Anti-nano project.
You know...Nanowrimo, where you try to write...oh, I can never remember how many words, but you write them in one month.
Well, it seemed an interesting challenge. I just could never do that...however, the Anti-Nano was a little less strict...write a mystery, in 350 words, by the end of the month.
And, now that I've written mine (which I'll post shortly), I'm sad to say that I wonder if this means I COULD get off my ass and write the Great American Novel. :-P
Anyways, this isn't great literature...but, hopefully at the very least, it'll bring a smile to your face.
I will thank the originator of this meme, and know that I'm not passing this meme on (Unless any of you want to write a 350 word mystery in a short period of time..then, well, who knows).
:-)
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He crept slowly down the stairs, quietly, so as not to wake Mom and Dad. Rummaging in his father’s pants pockets, which had been hastily discarded when they had started having sex in the living room (while he was in the room no less), he found what he was looking for.
The keyring was soon in his grasp.
As he moved across the room, he walked into the Den, and paused. Fortunately, the door was open, so he didn’t have to worry about the squeal of the hinges. Padding silently across the floor, he found the Gun Cabinet, and started locating the proper key. It slid into the lock, and he turned it, unlocking the cabinet.
He withdrew the pistol, and checked to make sure it was loaded. It was, and with a satisfied look, he proceeded to the Kitchen. He exited through his door, which made a barely noticeable “whoosh” sound as he passed through.
On the grass, he looked up enviously at the full Moon. He would give in to the urge later, but for now, he had business to settle.
Once he reached the fence, he started to run, knowing that at this point, there’d be no witnesses, and he could finally have his revenge.
As he was strolling through the woods, nature called, so he looked for an appropriate spot…and finally found a tree upon which he had never been before.
After his business with nature was done, he continued on, on to the spot that he knew would be the beginning of his true happiness. It was autumn, and the leaves crackled beneath him as he ran. Much further from the house now, he looked around, recognizing various scents that assailed him.
Finally, he saw his prey, lying in an open patch of grass, beneath full moonlight. The sleek red coat shone at him, almost mockingly, as he once again replayed the terrible image in his head, and the memory of how he was belittled in every childs book came back to his mind.
“Call ME lazy, will he?” He said as he sighted.
Ka-Blam!
You know...Nanowrimo, where you try to write...oh, I can never remember how many words, but you write them in one month.
Well, it seemed an interesting challenge. I just could never do that...however, the Anti-Nano was a little less strict...write a mystery, in 350 words, by the end of the month.
And, now that I've written mine (which I'll post shortly), I'm sad to say that I wonder if this means I COULD get off my ass and write the Great American Novel. :-P
Anyways, this isn't great literature...but, hopefully at the very least, it'll bring a smile to your face.
I will thank the originator of this meme, and know that I'm not passing this meme on (Unless any of you want to write a 350 word mystery in a short period of time..then, well, who knows).
:-)
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He crept slowly down the stairs, quietly, so as not to wake Mom and Dad. Rummaging in his father’s pants pockets, which had been hastily discarded when they had started having sex in the living room (while he was in the room no less), he found what he was looking for.
The keyring was soon in his grasp.
As he moved across the room, he walked into the Den, and paused. Fortunately, the door was open, so he didn’t have to worry about the squeal of the hinges. Padding silently across the floor, he found the Gun Cabinet, and started locating the proper key. It slid into the lock, and he turned it, unlocking the cabinet.
He withdrew the pistol, and checked to make sure it was loaded. It was, and with a satisfied look, he proceeded to the Kitchen. He exited through his door, which made a barely noticeable “whoosh” sound as he passed through.
On the grass, he looked up enviously at the full Moon. He would give in to the urge later, but for now, he had business to settle.
Once he reached the fence, he started to run, knowing that at this point, there’d be no witnesses, and he could finally have his revenge.
As he was strolling through the woods, nature called, so he looked for an appropriate spot…and finally found a tree upon which he had never been before.
After his business with nature was done, he continued on, on to the spot that he knew would be the beginning of his true happiness. It was autumn, and the leaves crackled beneath him as he ran. Much further from the house now, he looked around, recognizing various scents that assailed him.
Finally, he saw his prey, lying in an open patch of grass, beneath full moonlight. The sleek red coat shone at him, almost mockingly, as he once again replayed the terrible image in his head, and the memory of how he was belittled in every childs book came back to his mind.
“Call ME lazy, will he?” He said as he sighted.
Ka-Blam!
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Did you get that thing I sent you?
Date: 2005-12-02 06:50 am (UTC)Took me a moment, and was concerned for the Dad in your story.. but was well worth the 46 seconds it took to read it. (wow - I guess creation is harder than desimination)
catch you later,
T
Re: Did you get that thing I sent you?
Date: 2005-12-02 12:10 pm (UTC)