50,010 (there is a bit more of ramblings and randomness I am not publishing on here :P)
I took a breath in. She isn’t me, I repeated. I am not a liar. She is not me. But I still couldn’t help but feel guilty.
I couldn’t help it.
“What did you tell her. What did she ask of you?”
The woman draped in the amber dress gave way for Dai.
“I’ll tell you. She asked of the emrys. We told her that the Emrys was immortality, kept sacred within the temple of the lost souls. Legend has it that the Emrys was dropped by the Gods when they made the world and hidden so within the forest of the magic lands and so heavily guarded that no-one could ever find it. She obviously did,” explained Dai, exaggerating parts like a true storyteller and pointing to me at the end.
“Was there anything else?” I said, trying to take in the information. Another man, a blind man stepped forward with a spindling stick shaped like a snake.
“There was a riddle we gave her. The riddle we teach our children as nursery rhymes and sing to them as lullabys. No one knows where it came from
Upon the trees of washed ink,
You will find a fallen leaf,
And lake of lost will,
Bring you gifts of,
So this was it. The start of the end of a story. Everything else was yet to begin.
Really long ANALASYS:
I’M DONE. I’M DONE. I’M DONE.
NOT SURE ABOUT THE RIDDLE, TOO LATE IN THE NIGHT TO FIX THAT.
I KNOW IT IS ALL TERRIBLE STUPID TRASH RUBBISH.
I HATE ELIAS :p
I HATE YOU
OK SO INDIVIDUAL POINTS:
-I KNOW I HAD THE IDEA OF HER KILLING SUBCONSIOUSLY AT THE START, I COULDN’T REALLY FIND A WAY TO DEVELOP THAT. PERHAPS I WILL. PERHAPS I WON’T.
-I ALSO HAVE STOPPED WITH THE UNCLE REFERANCES, MAYBE I SHOULD KEEP THEM, MAYBE I SHOULDN’T
- AND THE SORT OF FAIRYTALE STYLE HAS ALSO STOPPED, MAYBE I’LL EDIT THAT IN.
-I FEEL LIKE I KEEP REPEATING MYSELF.
-PERHAPS I’LL END IT AT THIS.
Afterword? (This is not just like because there is a lot of words left to write)
How did I come about this ides? It is a beautiful question, because unlike many things I very well know. It started off as a dream. I was in a castle trying to find out something I had forgotten with a scrawly looking pale boy. It then developed into a few songs. I wanted her past to be something devious, something not worth wanting to know. It started off with some domestic abuse and a bit of flirting and then turned into something a lot more sinister.
Of course she was first a he. I changed the gender because I felt more comfortable writing in a POV I was familiar with.
The immortality bit, I don’t really know where that came about. I seem to ponder on things like that. Just weird like that.
And probably what I like the most about all this trash is the irony. Someone loved someone so much that they risked their own love to make it eternal. The irony is real.
As much as I hated Nanowrimo, there was always something special. For the first time in two years I have got more than 3000 words done (history and geography essays don’t count) and I know I had to get it over and done with. Next year there would be GCSE’S and the year after that GCSE’S and then A levels and a levels and perhaps even uni. 9 was always the perfect year to do it.Year
Perhaps the reason I am so close to winning (yay words now) is because of the fact I planned so extensively throughout October. I’d like to thank Jess for the notebook I used to write everything in and for the Young Writers Programme for providing me with the much needed character questionares and resources that have helped me get so close to winning.
I’d also like to thank all my friends for putting up with me throughout the month (I know I have been moody and annoying and completely angry), so yeah thanks.
I’d also like to thank the chart in the library for keeping track of my progress.
And then I’d also like to thank the librarian for helping me with my NaNoWriMo and being supportive, when she wasn’t closing the library for unimportant matters and thus hindering me from writing like a maniac.
Then I would also like to thank this pretty little site called Movellas. BOO!
Most of all I’d like to thank the NanoWrimo programme for all this awesomeness and all the pep talks and everything. THANKYOU!
Tomorrow is the 1st of December, I’m putting this ahead of doing my food tech homework but yes, it is well worth it. I know that sense of achievement will keep me going.
A LIST OF THE WORDS I USE THE MOST:
According to keyword density:
Zephina 2% (oops :P)
Didn 1% (WHAT THE HELL? LIKE IS IT DID OR DIDN’T)
Time 1% (perhaps I should fix that)
Don 1% (Another WHAT THE HELL?)
AMARA 1% (WHHAT?)
Face 1% (Another like what. Random much?)
Applaud me please for all of this. APPLAUD ME. FOR THIS MASTERPIECE. (SHE IS BEING SARCASTIC)
“The past is never dead. It's not even past.”
― William Faulkner
My Dearest Darling Dolly Chavy Dulcie for stalking my life and being such a great friend. I love you, even if I never show it. :p YAYA YAY YAY