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NaNoWriMo: Day 15.

Total Word Count: 27,036.
Excerpts (unedited):

She draws a chicken in profile, stick figure (looks more like a goat). She swears it’s a chicken, so we make it our mascot, cook it up and eat it for dinner.

Tastes like goat, too, if you ask me. But she swears it’s a chicken.

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She cut off her arm because she knew it wasn’t meant to be hers, she hadn’t earned it, and she never wanted it in the first place. Sometimes you just know, you know? You look down and you think the arm is yours, but she looks down and thinks “get the fuck off me, arm”. And so it did, just like that, one summer night with a sawzall.

She’s good with the power tools.

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The whole world turns pink then black and night comes on like a motherfucker.

NaNoWriMo: Day 14.

Total Word Count: 25,308
Excerpts (unedited):

I never enjoyed running through the sprinklers or taking off my shirt.

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I watch my face in the mirror as I cum in the sink. Disgusting. Distorted. I wait a few minutes, run hot water till the room steams, and do it again.

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A new nail color every day!

NaNoWriMo: Day 13.

Total Word Count: 23,627.
Excerpts (unedited):

He took the car out that night to fill up the tank and pick up a gallon or two of ice cream (not ben and jerry’s or anything, but not the big tubs either, something reasonable), and while he was there he got a six pack of something light and a gallon of milk for the next morning.

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Jolene asked her for a story as they lay in bed with the lights out, but she couldn’t think of anything so she just mentioned the possibility of a butterfly named George William Henry Angela Willow the Third, and Jolene thought maybe it was a giant butterfly (to hold all those names) or just a walrus disguised as a butterfly, and Sam said it was, and it put on the wings at night to go out on the town and meat other butterfly walruses like itself.

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He returned with a can of gasoline, pulled all the furniture out on the lawn, and poured a ring around it, went inside and climbed out his bedroom window onto the porch roof, and sat there with a box of matches till sunset.

NaNoWriMo: Day 12.

Total Word Count: 20,040.
Excerpts (unedited):

She met him at a friends party and they spent the night under the light of the bonfire talking philosophies they didn’t yet understand.

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Years later they would make love one last time.

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His body was all wrinkles from head to toe and I couldn’t help but stare as he washed himself and dried off with a towel and the help of a hand drier, and I looked away quickly when he came my way. But I couldn’t change there till he left, for risk of revealing myself.

NaNoWriMo: Day 11.

Total Word Count: 17,399.
Excerpt (unedited):

Herman seemed uncomfortable with the idea. Shifted in his seat. Looked down and to the side.

— Is there a plan?
— Not yet.

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It was a slow day.

NaNoWriMo: Day 10.

Total Word Count: 17,074. Excerpts (unedited):

Dirty dishes begin to pile on the counter; mostly old water glasses just need a rinsing.

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Andre said “maybe three is enough” and we all looked at him and laughed, but Edward just said “yes dear” without looking up. “Take it to the bank” I said, and Andre smiled.

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The dogs were barking, but Herman shut them up with rawhide bones.

We were watching TV.

NaNoWriMo: Day 09.

Total Word Count: 15611.
Excerpts (unedited):

Tim wore a corsage of three white stephanotis and a hand full of baby’s breath, and he danced in front of the mirror for hours with Leonard Cohen in the background and a loaded gun on the mantle, in case it should come to that.

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“Inspired by Nietzsche” is a good phrase.

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When I die they will say “she kissed us all she could, and smiled when we touched. What more could we ask of her?” And I will say, through a video I recorded of myself this morning, “I’m sorry, anyway, that I didn’t kiss you more.”

NaNoWriMo: Day 08.

Total Word Count: 13915.
Excerpts (unedited):

Andre remembers it all differently.

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How many lovers have you had and never slept with? Sometimes those are the best lovers. Other times, the ones you slept with but never talked to, and can’t remember their names.

For every season, turn turn.

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When you are older, you will not even begin to understand.

NaNoWriMo: Day 07.

Total Word Count: 12880.
Excerpts (unedited):

Even the rapes we have all suffered (for we seem to be a majority) are only normal events. No hand of god or demon spirits, just another day of living, with actions that can be listed and repeated, remembered or forgotten.

Trauma is not some other world. It is this world, and that makes it all the worse.

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We eye each other across the room, and that is enough.

I hope.

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The next day we thought we’d try playing duck duck goose in high heels and our bridesmaid gowns, or whatever dress we had worn, but Sam was the only one who could run in her miniskirt and combat boots.

NaNoWriMo: Day 06.

Total Word Count: 10795.
Excerpts (unedited):

They were at it so long he had to take a smoke break (that’s the problem with tantra, I guess). And when he came back in she refused to kiss him on the mouth for the foul stench, turned her back. But that didn’t really slow things down much, and the morning went on fine from there.

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Mom asked if I was exploring my bisexuality. What do you say to that?

Which sex is the gay one?

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There is nothing more frightening, or more existential, than car commercials with the sound off, and a glass of wine, and only three pills left at the bottom of the bottle.

The dog comes in and begins licking my face.