NaNoWriMo: Day 18, The End

Day’s Verse:
The more words that are spoken, the more smoke there is in the air. And who is any better off? And who knows what’s best for us as we live out our meager smoke-and-shadow lives? And who can tell any of us the next chapter of our lives?
Ecclesiastes 6:11-12

This post is just shy of 11,000 words long. Brace yourselves.

Friday, July 20, 4:00 pm

Jon

Well, fuck. I told Carl I didn’t intend to die in here, and now Dan has as much as told me that I am going to die no matter what I do. That is just wrong. I didn’t get up this morning planning on dying. I would have done everything differently. God, I wouldn’t have gone to work today at all! Then I wouldn’t be here, and none of this would have happened, and I’d have who knows how long with my wife and kids. Continue Reading...

NaNoWriMo: Day 17

Day’s Verse:
It’s obvious, isn’t it? The place where your treasure is, is the place you will most want to be, and end up being.
Luke 12:34

This post brings us up to 39,179 words.

Friday, July 20, 11:09 am

Jon

Things have started getting kind of weird in my head. Time takes on a different dimension in this kind of situation: It has texture, warp and woof, I can feel the fabric sliding by, silky, smooth, and inexorable. Minutes become days, or days minutes; I have no reference, and in a way time becomes meaningless and yet the most important thing in my world. I sleep, I wake, I’m thirsty, I’m hungry, and I desperately long to know what time it is, almost with the intensity of those other physical urges. I have no realistic estimate of how long I’ve spent here, but a conservative estimate would probably come in at just between two and three millennia. After a while, it’s hard to tell when I’m awake or asleep, or if I’ve discovered some new in-between state where even wakefulness isn’t overly meaningful. Continue Reading...

NaNoWriMo: Day 13

Day’s Verse:
What matters is not your outer appearance—the styling of your hair, the jewelry you wear, the cut of your clothes—but your inner disposition.
1 Peter 3:4

Quick real life update: I will be offline Monday and Tuesday, possibly Wednesday. Posts will resume either Wednesday evening or Thursday.

Friday, July 20, 11:29 am

Christina

After another half hour, I’m done crying, and I’m at that quiet place where I feel emptied of all emotion, suspended, purified of toxins. Calm, unafraid, ready to face my reality again. I close my eyes, take a few deep breaths. Continue Reading...

NaNoWriMo: Day 12

Day’s Verse:
Hearing that, [the religious leaders] walked away, one after another, beginning with the oldest. The woman was left alone. Jesus stood up and spoke to her. “Woman, where are they? Does no one condemn you?”
“No one, Master.”
“Neither do I,” said Jesus. “Go on your way. From now on, don’t sin.”

John 8:9-11

Friday, July 20, 11:29 am

Rachel

“You’re too old to do anything except order other people around, yeah, I’ve noticed.” I cannot believe that Daniel says this to Paul, who is older and more experienced than him. Of all the ungrateful, nasty things – when Paul has done so much to help free me from my car! It was his good advice that got the Hummer turned off, and his insight that showed the way to extract me. Continue Reading...

NaNoWriMo: Day 11

Day’s Verse:
The world and all its wanting, wanting, wanting is on the way out—but whoever does what God wants is set for eternity.
1 John 2:16

Sorry for the post blackout this past week. Expect another post blackout this coming week, as I am traveling for business. Today marks the milestone where I pass the 25,000-word point (I can’t say halfway, because I’m not sure how long it will be). Enjoy. If you’re still reading, do me a favor and leave a comment – just so I have some idea who’s made it this far. Continue Reading...

NaNoWriMo: Day 8

Day’s Verse:
They were in absolute awe, staggered and stammering, “Who is this, anyway? He calls out to the winds and sea, and they do what he tells them!”
Luke 8:25

Friday, July 20, 10:57 am

Rachel

A face emerges from the gloom. It’s dust-caked, with sweat and – is that blood? He is young, at least 10 years younger than me, maybe more, and he’s wearing some kind of heavy jacket, a backpack, and leather work gloves; he can’t be much taller than me, although I am rather tall for a woman, 5’9”, and despite all the clothes he looks slender and fit. His short, curly hair sticks out in all directions, also covered in dust and spiking in strange directions, so coated in filth I can’t even make out what color is. It looks dirty blond, but everything looks dirty right now. His eyes are hard to see in the light but they’re definitely not dark, and what I can see of his face, which is mostly covered with some piece of fabric, has this firm, resolved, set look that barely hides some other emotion: Fatigue? Anger? I can’t read him. Continue Reading...

NaNoWriMo: Day 7

Day’s Verse:
No one lights a lamp and then covers it with a washtub or shoves it under the bed. No, you set it up on a lamp stand so those who enter the room can see their way.
Luke 8:16

Friday, July 20, 10:01 am

Jon

When my nose starts bleeding, I’m about ready to give up because it’s just too much, but I summon enough energy to blow out as much blood as I can and take another through-the-nose deep breath and shout with all my strength: “HELP!”

Then I start coughing, the dust is choking me, and I cough so much that white lights start flickering in the corners of my vision, and soon the flickers become a blizzard, and then everything goes dark. Continue Reading...