Weil ich irgendwo wordcount, rant about characters, meine Launen und überhaupt loswerden muss.
Außerdem gibt es jeden Tag einen Auszug und alles.
Tag eins:
geschrieben: 3,129 Wörter
sonstiges: mehrere Stunden Zelda gespielt
Zahnspange rausbekommen
belohnungen: Buttermilch, Schokolade, Subway Smartie Cookie.
Ich weiß jetzt, dass mein Charakter männlich ist und denkt er wäre weiblich.
Sein Spitzname ist J.... aber den kennt natürlich niemand.
Ich habe schon 5 oder 6 macken eingebaut, muss sie nur gleich noch auf ein Papier aufschreiben (dazu mache ich einen Listeneintrag gleich glaube ich)
Vergessen: Plotloses Nanodesasterthread.
Da muss ich gleich noch hin.
Auszug:
They were
inside a crypt.
That was a bit creepy.
I still entered,
Everyone turned towards me.
That was a bit creepy.
I still entered,
Everyone turned towards me.
Was I
relieved that they noticed me or did I simply think of this as really really
awkward.
I don’t know anymore.
”Who are you?” One of them finally said.
They really saw me.
I felt like my knees got weak because I was so relieved.
The guy who asked the question took a step towards me.
”You okay?” he asked.
He was tall and had dark hair.
It was actually quite long and his clothes looked like they were really old too.
I don’t know anymore.
”Who are you?” One of them finally said.
They really saw me.
I felt like my knees got weak because I was so relieved.
The guy who asked the question took a step towards me.
”You okay?” he asked.
He was tall and had dark hair.
It was actually quite long and his clothes looked like they were really old too.
Not ragged
or anything, just… old fashioned.
I nodded, then I shook my head.
”I- I- I don’t know” I stuttered finally.
I nodded, then I shook my head.
”I- I- I don’t know” I stuttered finally.
“You know where you are?” asked the man.
”In a crypt” I answered. That was a obvious question.
Or at least I thought it was.
”In a crypt” I answered. That was a obvious question.
Or at least I thought it was.
But the man
shook his head so I must have been wrong.
”We are in a bar. Well, sort off. And I think you should not be in here.
In general at least.
But special circumstance mean we can make an exception.”
He turned around. “Don’t you think so?” He asked the others who nodded.
”Do you know what you are young lady?”
He asked, kneeling down next to me.
Young lady?
What was he talking about.
Last time I looked I was male. And even when I was female I was not young.
How could anybody be okay with a young girl wandering around being obviously lost?
Okay enough not to react to it at all.
”We are in a bar. Well, sort off. And I think you should not be in here.
In general at least.
But special circumstance mean we can make an exception.”
He turned around. “Don’t you think so?” He asked the others who nodded.
”Do you know what you are young lady?”
He asked, kneeling down next to me.
Young lady?
What was he talking about.
Last time I looked I was male. And even when I was female I was not young.
How could anybody be okay with a young girl wandering around being obviously lost?
Okay enough not to react to it at all.
“I am…” I
stopped. What was I? A young girl? A teenager? A young woman? What did I look
like? I had no idea.
”I don’t know” I finished, “Do you have a mirror somewhere?”
One of the ladies in the room gave me one.
I say ladies because they were not only woman or something but real proper ladies.
With beautiful dresses and manners and handkerchiefs- the really nice looking kind.
”I don’t know” I finished, “Do you have a mirror somewhere?”
One of the ladies in the room gave me one.
I say ladies because they were not only woman or something but real proper ladies.
With beautiful dresses and manners and handkerchiefs- the really nice looking kind.
When I
looked into the mirror a small girl looked back.
She was maybe eight years old and had curly red hair.
Her hair looked like fire and she had freckles all over her face. Her eyes were blue and they did not look like she was an angle. She looked like an angle though. Over all.
A sweet little girl.
That was me? The real me?
Everyone else saw her too, so I guess that is what I look like.
”I am a girl” I finally said, jumping up and giving the mirror back.
Everyone stared at me.
She was maybe eight years old and had curly red hair.
Her hair looked like fire and she had freckles all over her face. Her eyes were blue and they did not look like she was an angle. She looked like an angle though. Over all.
A sweet little girl.
That was me? The real me?
Everyone else saw her too, so I guess that is what I look like.
”I am a girl” I finally said, jumping up and giving the mirror back.
Everyone stared at me.
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