NaNoWriMo

2008-10-29T21:38:23Z

Despite the absurdity of it, I am going to put my feet in the water and try this 50,000 word thing. I'm encre_gris on the official website, so if you're on there we can message and lament about cornbread while trying to get 10,000 words down while juggling research papers and the like.

I'm thinking of doing an epic fantasy soap opera involving my short generals and fire and politics and fire and cornbread and fire and imperial run-arounds and fire and court intrigue.

... What, cornbread is one of the most delicious breakfast items one can dream of! It deserves to take the throne of absolute fabulosoness of breakfast goods. D:<

Is anyone else participating? What are your plans?

Fanfiction [Imperial Guard]

2008-07-31T23:57:47Z

This might get updated later. I'M SORRY BECKY, I HAD TO DO SOMETHING TO THINK OF A COMIC PAGE. ;;;;

His steps echoed in the hallway, his hands a blur as he chaffed the black sleeves of his uniform. The smell of iron clung to them, and if it was black fabric and not dried flakes of blood that his hands scratched off, he did not notice.

In his panic, Catalin realized why he hated Carmine. Their flag waved daily the bones and blood of their people.

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The katana hit against a rib when he finally found an opening through the guard's defense. A trail of red followed him as he stepped back to avoid the falling body. He couldn't drop the sword, but the blood that slid over the blackened metal made his gut turn. More blood splattered the floor as the guard created an avalanche of boxes in his attempt to remain upright. The man seemed to lose his patience; he struck at Catalin wildly, high on adrenaline.

It wasn't hard to parry the strikes. The guard that crashed around in the small warehouse, constricting the available room with boxes that he unsettled in his wild motions, was what made things difficult. Catalin felt his arms begin to tire from holding up a defense; a sharp rap across his knuckles made his grip falter. He switched his sword to his other hand as the guard rushed past into a column of boxes, rubbing the sweat from his right hand onto his pants' leg. He clumsily blocked a jab from the rising man; the katana went back to his right hand as the guard rushed past again. The air filled with loose papers, a wall of boxes collapsing around the guard.

This is too noisy. Someone's going to hear us.

The man tried to rise again, but the katana lodged in his sternem penned him down. Catalin stared at the oozing liquid that lapped at his boots, his hand trembling as he reached for the hilt. It wasn't like how he had read in books, where the hero drew his sword from the body effortlessly and wiped the blood off before sheathing the weapon, reasoning to himself it was better the enemy than him. Catalin's katana stuck fast, metal grating against bone as he tugged at the hilt. Panic set in, one foot pressed against the writhing body as he attempted to pull his sword free. It slid out on the third try, spraying blood into Catalin's face as he fell back.

Blots to Go

NaNoWriMo

Fanfiction [Imperial Guard]