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NaNoWriMo 2019 Chapter 18

Disclaimer: This is a NaNoWriMo attempt where quantity trumps quality. This will also be a long piece, so if you’re looking for a quick read, I recommend checking out a different category like Short Stories.

Read the previous chapters here: Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17

 

~Chapter 18 Lucy’s Family’s Store~

By the time they are done for the day, they all need to chip in to help carry the materials they have harvested to Lucy’s family’s store. The store is only a few streets away, so they’ll head over on foot.

“Hmm. Anastasia, have you figured out how to inactivate your emphatic weapon?” Julia asks.

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NaNoWriMo 2019 Chapter 2

Disclaimer: This is a NaNoWriMo attempt where quantity trumps quality. This will also be a long piece, so if you’re looking for a quick read, I would recommend checking out a different category like Short Stories.

Read Chapter 1 here.

 

~Chapter 2 A Day In With Lucy~

Her hair really is long.

It’s the day after she first woke up, and she has recovered enough strength to leave her bed and make a trip to the bathroom next door for a much appreciated shower. Going in, she already knew her hair was unusually long, thanks to Lucy, but she hadn’t properly understood the significance of having long hair until she had to wrestle with washing the seemingly endless amount of hair and drying it afterwards.

So now, she has a choice to make. Keep and maintain her impractically long hair, or make the irreversible decision to cut it all off.

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NaNoWriMo 2019 Chapter 1

Disclaimer: This is a NaNoWriMo attempt where quantity trumps quality. This will also be a long piece, so if you’re looking for a quick read, I would recommend checking out a different category like Short Stories.

 

~Chapter 1 Waking to a New Beginning~

She wakes to a room as blank as her mind.

“Ah. You’re awake.”

Or not.

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Camp NaNoWriMo part 12

Genre: angst (warning: suicidal thoughts)

Start from the beginning here or check out the previous chapter here.

 

Walter hadn’t stopped him.

Darius thought taking the initiative to get out would hurt less then getting kicked out, but the reality was that he had done that with the hope that Walter would tell him he was silly and invite him to stay. The disappointment hurt just as much as the rejection would have, only less awkward.

After living together for so many months, he should have known that Walter had a family. Should have learned more about Walter. Like why Walter was willing to stay with him when anyone else would have walked out after that disastrous night. Now he felt like an outcast in his own home, and he only had himself to blame.

He sighed. Well, he was out now. Barging into his house and forcing himself into the meeting would only make them push him out even more. He needed to find something to entertain himself, and despite what he told Walter, the library could only entertain him for so long.

On a whim, he headed for the reserve. He wasn’t in the proper attire for a good run, but he could still take a walk. That would kill a good hour’s worth of time.

Walter thought running made him happy. He wasn’t wrong, but he wasn’t completely right either.

Having no memories was scary. He didn’t know how other amnesiacs dealt with it. To live day to day in places that should be familiar to him but wasn’t, doing routines that his body knew but his mind didn’t. The worst part was when his mind wandered, and when he snapped back to reality, finding himself in the middle of something he didn’t know how to finish. It was like his own body had betrayed him, except, the real culprit wasn’t his body but his mind.

The person he was before he lost his memories must not have liked the reserve very much, because the place didn’t trigger anything in him. He could let his thoughts run as long and as far as he wanted and return to reality exactly where he should be. The running part was just him squeezing some exercise into his routine.

He reached the place where he met Lily and stopped. At the time, he thought she was trying to kill herself, but in hindsight, that assumption was ridiculous. The dried creak was nowhere near deep or sharp enough to kill anyone. He could think of at least two other places within walking distance that could do better.

So why was his first thought at the sight of Lily standing at the edge that she was suicidal?

He had a feeling he knew why.

How was that possible? Him? Suicidal? He couldn’t remember anything. He had nothing to feel suicidal over.

He waled to the edge of the river bank, as far as he could go without falling in. Half his feet hung over the edge as he looked down.

The urge to jump never came.

There. Proof that he wasn’t suicidal. Except… he already knew this place couldn’t do the job right. He knew at least two other places that could do better. What non-suicidal person looked at a place and rated how great it was as a suicide spot?

He could go there and do the same thing. Look down the drop and not jump. Then he could definitely say he didn’t want to kill himself.

But what if he wanted to after all?

He jerked away from the edge, recognising how dark his thoughts had turned. Now wasn’t the time to tempt himself. Now was the time to run very, very fast the other way.

~Continue the story here~

 

I hope this doesn’t trigger anyone. If it does, talk to someone. Talk to me if that helps. There is always hope. It’s just hard to find sometimes.

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