This thread is made as an alternative for people who have that perfect plot, character, title, etc, but can't find a way to use it. Too attached to let it go out into the big wide world? Toss it up here and we'll find a home for it where you can still have weekend custody by checking in with the foster-WriMo at local meetings
Here's mine:
Character
Name: Yosseval
Summary:
Yosseval is a con-artist necromancer who, after sending "messages" to the dead for money, is absolutely terrified when a representative from Hell shows up at his door. Turns out Yosseval actually does have abilities as a necromancer, and Hell isn't happy about his playing around with their powers. He needs to straighten up his act and learn some respect for his powers, or there will be some nasty consequences forthcoming.
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http://www.nanowrimo.org/NanowrimoUtils/MyMonth/95590-goal=200000-pc-day...
Ideal Goal: 200k
Minimum Goal: finish Only Child
35,919 / 50,000
Oct 25, 2009 - 05 28
...Okay. NaNo broke and I lost my original post, so I'm going to try again. x.X In the future I must remember to hit copy before posting the comments so I don't lose an entire random character list to the ether. Bah hiss.
Vert: No peeking at this thread until you're past the point of no return on your intergalactic spy tale. *innocent blink*
==== Lines ====
Endings:
It's not supposed to end this way, she thought as the door to her apartment splintered open.
As he lit the funeral pyre, MC couldn't help but wonder if things wouldn't have been different if he'd only washed the dishes.
And then the zombies/pirates/ninjas/cyborgs/hungry, mutant deranged plot bunnies attacked.
The treasured plastic spork she'd guarded for centuries exploded in a great ball of toxic fumes. "I should have signed up for the Grail."
At last, the chocolate chip cookies were free.
Beginnings:
Once again, she'd forgotten her socks.
The heroine isn't supposed to die. But the unexpected tends to gallumph about, kicking innocent bystanders in the teeth, doesn't it? And in that spirit, our intrepid heroine, well, she begins this tale . . . already dead.
This is not destined to end well for you.
In a perfect world, MC envisioned a toy store on every corner.
"When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall," VILLAIN said, pressing the big red button. "Straight into the mouths of that underfed mutant starfish."
The minute I realized that it was true--Murphy was a god, and he hated my guts--everything went wrong.
==== Titles ====
----------Already Dead
Life Expectancy
Write Home
Bride of Aries
Slightly Human
Technically Inhuman
The Apathetic Gods
Prophet for Weight Watchers
Murphy's Revenge
Worse Days
The Purple Dynasty
Tesla Riots
A Lost Wizard
Brain Pudding
The Silent Breaking
To know what you prefer instead of humbly saying Amen to what the world tells you you ought to prefer, is to have kept your soul alive. --Robert Louis Stevenson
StarStones: NaNo Novel 2007
Eyewitness: NaNo Novel 2008
Broken Spark: NaNo Novel 2009
32,001 / 50,000
Oct 27, 2009 - 18 51
Here's a bit of a freewrite that I once did.... I'm not sure what happens to Carson and Susan. If you want to find out, here you go.
There is a difference between lonely and alone and Carson Marie Fuller understood this difference. Susan Elaine Fuller Dawkins Smith soon to be Susan Elaine Fuller Dawkins Smith Underwood did not understand the distinction.
“I’m just saying that you need to give the guys that you go out with more of a chance. Two dates is not enough time to know that he’s not the one.” Susan twisted a strand of her bottle blond hair. Carson struggled with the zipper of the lemon yellow bridesmaid dress that her sister insisted she try on. Susan thought that every guy she dated was the one and Carson had the closet full of ugly bridesmaid’s dresses to prove it.
“Look, I’m not saying that he wasn’t a nice guy, but he wasn’t right for me.” She sighed and held up her arm. “Help me with this will you? I always have trouble with these side zippers.”
Susan zipped her up and Carson turned to face the mirror. She looked like a fat, lumpy banana.
“I don’t think that’s the one. Try on that one next.” Susan pointed to a red dress made of tulle and satin. It looked like something Cinderella would wear to a fifties prom. Great. “You know you could stand to tighten up around the middle. I have this great Pilates workout on DVD. I could loan it to you.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll tighten up and lose weight before the wedding if I have to go on a lettuce and water diet.” Carson sucked in her breath as Susan zipped her into the red satin and tulle number. If this one were green, she’d look a little like a pear with the bell skirt. “Speaking of which, can we break for lunch? I’m hungry.”
“I had hoped we’d find something before lunch, but ok. We’ll go to the café and get something to eat. Marianne has been experimenting with this wonderful low fat salad dressing..”
“Yuck.” Low fat generally meant low taste. “I think that I’ll just have a cheeseburger basket.”
“You are such a baby, Carson. If you want to lose weight before the wedding, then you have to start dieting now.” Susan sighed. A sure sign she was about to go in lecture mode. Carson tuned her out. She’d heard the same lecture umpteen dozen times from Susan, from her mother, and from her grandmother. If you cared more about your appearance, if you lost some weight, if you didn’t appear so smart, if you changed every little thing about yourself, then and only then could you attract a man.
OK.......Do what you will with them, but if you're going to kill them off, don't tell me. Carson's voice is decidedly more chick - litty than I want to go. Though I really really like her!
----------Go Tigers!
36,766 / 50,000
Oct 28, 2009 - 19 03
Wow, there are some great ideas here: I just want to add my characters up for adoption. PLEASE somebody take them and help them along.
----------There names are Melody, Music, and Marcato (Marc for short). They live on the mythical planet of Elegy. Think fantasy world with magic and dragons (you decide the details). Melody and Music are twins. Marcato is a run away that their mom raised out of the kindness of her heart after their dad died. The girls are innkeeper's daughters. Melody is a wanabe knight. Music is an untrained Mage. And Marcato is a not so reformed thief. Mom dies, the Children (All 13 years old) get kicked out of the inn and have to make it on their own. Somehow the death of the Mom endangers the entire universe and only the combined efforts of all three can save the world. Pretty typical I know, but I just want to add that an Elf (tall white skinned green haired black eyes magical creatures) falls in love with Music and slowly turns her into an Elf as well. Plus Marcato and Melody hook up at some point. Anyway, this kind of sounded cool when i thought of it, but I didn't know how to keep the Dungeons and Dragons genre feel of it without being totally cliche. I would love it if someone could take this and make it an original piece. I gave up trying a few years ago. Everything else I still nurse the idea that maybe I can get it off the ground.
A mind troubled by doubt cannot focus on the course to victory.
Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha