Nanowrimo, Night 3
3 November 2007 00:25![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cog_nomenWord Count: 4,039
Writing Sample:
Althea sprang through the door, heedless of the other townsfolk all standing on their stoops. They all seemed lost, helpless and scared without even knowing what terror was out there to strike the fear into them. All that remained now of the danger was a dead dog, it’s foamed muzzle now tinged with pink – and Simon, gasping for his breath on the curb with a revolver held loosely in one hand and a dirty old handkerchief in the other. He used the rag to wipe at his brow, then swabbed it wide over the back of his neck.
She hugged his neck hard, but when he turned to her, he didn’t even seem to see her. There was fear in his eyes, fear that turned the gray from the color of slate to the color of dust, ashes.
Writing Sample:
Althea sprang through the door, heedless of the other townsfolk all standing on their stoops. They all seemed lost, helpless and scared without even knowing what terror was out there to strike the fear into them. All that remained now of the danger was a dead dog, it’s foamed muzzle now tinged with pink – and Simon, gasping for his breath on the curb with a revolver held loosely in one hand and a dirty old handkerchief in the other. He used the rag to wipe at his brow, then swabbed it wide over the back of his neck.
She hugged his neck hard, but when he turned to her, he didn’t even seem to see her. There was fear in his eyes, fear that turned the gray from the color of slate to the color of dust, ashes.