Stagecoach Shootout Prelude: NaNoWriMo BotD (24)

Posted on November 25, 2014 by terzahcain

“Right. Anyway, Nog knows the plans, both this one an’ the contingency plan. If they come at us this way, he knows t’ scuttle the coach.” He could tell this confused both Terra and Tboi. “He’ll derail us, so you’ll have t’ make sure yer strapped in on my signal. Otherwise, Tboi here will be too busy cleaning yer bloody carcasses off an’ trying to heal ya’ to figure out how t’ aim a weapon.”

Ingrid drummed her fingers on the coach wall in irritation and he took the hint, but before he could continue, Terra asked, “If we derail, how will we get away or get to the Depot?”

“No get away,” hummed R’Zen. “Must kill all or else.”

Tune in for quick reads of the best (or least despicable) selections from the previous day’s word count, by virtue of my daily writing regimen for the National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). WARNING: editing has not taken place.

Baker’s Dozen: NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (19)

Posted on November 20, 2014 by terzahcain

She stood on a flat and spacious plain. Remnants of brush and other dead looking flora interrupted the smooth and glistening ground here and there. She knew this was the rolling desert she had learned about when Maiden Hassium had pushed her to stop lingering on the pictures in her month of geography. She could see nothing moving as far as her sight covered of the plain. As for “rolling” she didn’t understand why it was named this way. The area reminded her of a bowl. Except for the opening far in the distance where the coach was pointed, they appeared to be surrounded by ridges of rock and metal on all sides. The solar rays were brighter where they reflected off some of the peaks.

“You ever been outta’ Shackleton?” Patel asked from behind her.

“No, Bishop,” she replied, without a second thought to her learned propriety.

He didn’t correct her, wanting to stay on the subject. “This part o’ the desert is called, ‘Baker’s Dozen,’ ‘cause there’s thirteen peaks around the edges of the bowl.” He watched her count and then reached into his pocket.

Coach through Baker’s Dozen: NaNoWriMo Best of the Daily (18)

Posted on November 19, 2014 by terzahcain

The air was moving. The orange solar glare was reaching over some kind of ledge a few feet from her face and behind it, pink-orange hues were drawing swirly lines across a cornucopia of purple shades, interspersed with wisps of cotton clouds. She squirmed until she was sitting up. They were on some kind of old fashioned coach, its polymer mold rounded at the corners of the compartment she was in, with no doors to be seen. Terra yawned and tried to stretch.