6 and 5/8th seconds. That's all I had before the booby traps set off. I picked up the skeleton from its freshly dug grave. Not just any skeleton. It was the Skeleton of Thestoryinmymind. Yes. Shocking. I know. (But I'm Indiana Christy. I can get anything. well . . .except for a big mac at Burger King.)
Crack.
Rumble.
The walls shook. Chunks of stone fell to the ground in plumes of dust.
I was out of time. I had to get out of there. Run! But I would NOT, COULD not leave without the skeleton.
Cradled like a wee babe in my arms, the bones of Thestoryinmymind clacked against each other as I bolted. I knew what was coming. The horror of all horrors. The wearwolves of Youkantdoothiz emerged, loathesome and angry from their stonewall tombs.
The most punishing odor filled the cave that put me in mind of egg salad. You know, like when you walk into the house and wonder "whoa! who isn't feeling good?" But it turns out that somebody just made a fresh batch of egg salad and even though it stinks you know it will taste really super good on fresh white bread, the kind of bread that is still soft and mushy and not stale in the least but the eggs still stink anyway. That kind of smell.
shoot. now I'm hungry.
anyway.
Inch by inch, stone by stone, the wearwolves shook themselves free. Thriller played in the background as they moonwalked through the dank hallows of the cave; howling, prancing, breakdancing.
"No! No!" I cried as the Michael Jackson Lyrics caused a pounding in my head like a jackhammer on an alabaster egg.
"Must. . . get . . . skeleton . . . out . . . . of . . . cave" The light in the distance, no doubt from the open air, afforded me the strength to press on.
Wow! those wearwolves can moonwalk fast!
I looked ahead, where the forest trees kissed the mouth of the cave and as I reached my leafy sanctuary, the light of day caused my enemies to stagger and howl in retreat.
Safe. Safe at last! Now, I can find out if the Legend of NaNo WriMo is true. Legend says that the skeleton of Thestoryinmymind will come to life . . . if. . . If only I complete my task.
I have escaped the wearwolves of Youkantdoothiz. I am prepared. I have tools on hand. My plane is waiting. I shall now be on my way. . . on my adventure to the land of NaNo WriMo. . . . I will arrive on Saturday.
To Be continued . . . .
Cradled like a wee babe in my arms, the bones of Thestoryinmymind clacked against each other as I bolted. I knew what was coming. The horror of all horrors. The wearwolves of Youkantdoothiz emerged, loathesome and angry from their stonewall tombs.
The most punishing odor filled the cave that put me in mind of egg salad. You know, like when you walk into the house and wonder "whoa! who isn't feeling good?" But it turns out that somebody just made a fresh batch of egg salad and even though it stinks you know it will taste really super good on fresh white bread, the kind of bread that is still soft and mushy and not stale in the least but the eggs still stink anyway. That kind of smell.
shoot. now I'm hungry.
anyway.
Inch by inch, stone by stone, the wearwolves shook themselves free. Thriller played in the background as they moonwalked through the dank hallows of the cave; howling, prancing, breakdancing.
"No! No!" I cried as the Michael Jackson Lyrics caused a pounding in my head like a jackhammer on an alabaster egg.
"Must. . . get . . . skeleton . . . out . . . . of . . . cave" The light in the distance, no doubt from the open air, afforded me the strength to press on.
Wow! those wearwolves can moonwalk fast!
I looked ahead, where the forest trees kissed the mouth of the cave and as I reached my leafy sanctuary, the light of day caused my enemies to stagger and howl in retreat.
Safe. Safe at last! Now, I can find out if the Legend of NaNo WriMo is true. Legend says that the skeleton of Thestoryinmymind will come to life . . . if. . . If only I complete my task.
I have escaped the wearwolves of Youkantdoothiz. I am prepared. I have tools on hand. My plane is waiting. I shall now be on my way. . . on my adventure to the land of NaNo WriMo. . . . I will arrive on Saturday.
To Be continued . . . .
27 comments:
Sounds awesome! I'm hooked!
Good luck, Christy!
Harrison Ford ain't got nothing on you baby!
If your NaNo story is even half as good as this post, there won't be anything stopping ya!
I can't wait to read more!
Bump ba dada, bump bada...
(that's the Indy theme song)
I have no plot. I have no characters and no setting. This may be a tough NaNo...
Thanks PJ and Rena! :0)
Brenda, you know, I always wanted to be Indiana Jones when I was a kid. Now is my chance! :0) Thanks! You're so sweet!
Jacqui, hon, if anyone can write a story w/o a plan, I believe you're the gal to do it! You're uber-talented and I'm excited to see how your story shapes up. I've always wanted to be able to sit down and write w/o a plan, but that's just never worked for me. I'm jealous of those who can.
Thanks guys! You're the best!
I had the biggest crush on Indy! I love the marquee! How did you do that?!
And YouCANdoothiz! So far, so great!
Good luck Christy!
Hey Kelly!
If you click on the picture it should take you to imagechef.com
This site makes me giddy. I use it all the time. They have tons of images that you can personalize. This is just one of oodles.
Thanks!
Woohoo!! Go Christy!! :)
Awesome post. I was hooked.
Now if only I could escape my full time job next month...
Oh well, at least I get lunch breaks.
Thanks Tabitha! :0)
Hey Maverick! May you be able to make the most of your lunch breaks! :0)
christy
That story made me a little hungry!
Sounds like you're all set, though. Good luck!
Go Christy...er Indy!
Have a blast doing nano. And I saw your post to becca...I bet you guys have met, or traded looks, handshakes, etc!
Whew, Indy! That was a close one. Good luck!
adrienne, go get yourself an egg salad sandwich.
Angela, Thanks! Isn't that weird about Becca? Small world, isn't it?
Thanks Nora, my hands are still shaking from the near miss! ;0)
BRILLIANT Christy! GREAT VOICE!
Cool! Have you got the hat and the boots and the whip?
Good luck with NaNo. I'm not brave enough to tackle an adventure like that.
Kate - kind of . . . I have a laptop and a latte. Maybe I should buy a hat to wear while I'm writing. One of those token of inspiration things. :0)
Thanks!
Oops. I think I'm having an identity crisis. ;) ***wink***
Yep, those lunch breaks will come in handy.
Now what do I do with my parents, sister and her boyfriend on Thanksgiving weekend? Just keep feeding them Turkey? Until they pass out?
Good luck to everybody doing NaNoWrimo.
You're just now figuring this out? I mean, you think your a baby tiger! Welcome to self awareness! ;0)
I've been wondering about T-day too. either I have to write ahead, or put sleeping potion in the dressing. hmmmm. . . .
You are Indiana Christy? We shall be visiting your fair state for a week in mid-Nov. to stay with our son and his family. :)
Go Indiana Christy! Show those werewolves who's boss! :)
Hey Marcia, Just watch out for the zoombies! they get restless int he fall.
Carrie, You know, I try to show them who's the boss, but, for some reason, they don't like Tony Danza.
Ha! That was great Christy! I still have to finish preparing.
Christy,
Just stopping by to say hello. I love The Legend of Nano WriMo. So creative!! Can't wait to read more!
Good luck!
Sharon
Thanks Sruble! Good luck with your preparation!
Sharon, thanks for stopping by! Hope to see you around!
Thanks CArol Anne! Good luck to you too!
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