I am aiming for 15 000 words for December at what I thought would be a fairly modest rate of 500 words per day. Unfortunately I have conjured up a grand total of 0 words for the last 5 days.
At the moment my story hasn't even a skeleton of a plot, hopefully one day I'll get to that. But for the moment it is just a vague 2000 word contemplation of internal and external battles. Here is a small snippet:
The blood that had been spilled remained spilled. It did no cascade back into the bodies that lay sprawled across the fields. The pain that had been experienced did not suddenly become any less real. The shrapnel did not fly from wounds and weld itself back into those toys of destruction. Consciousness did not fly as a silvery vapour through the sky to reawaken lifeless limbs. The bodies did not reanimate. Flesh did not sew itself back together nor did the earth push out the metallic boulders and pellets that had penetrated its skin. Yet this was a time of celebration.
The war was over.
Wanderer Ward
13 years ago
Wanderer Ward
Dreamscape Artist
I like it Smuppet, it's quite a haunting little snippet. Good luck getting into writing it! :)
