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Cubby 2000
Novel: Memories That Fade Like Photographs
Genre: Horror & Thriller
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About Cubby 2000

Location: Scotland

Home Region:
Europe :: Scotland :: Aberdeen

Age:14

Favorite novels: The Thursday Next Series, The Midnight Express, False Impression, The Hunger Games, Waves.

Favorite writers: Jasper Fforde, Jeffery Archer, Lynne Truss, Sophie McKenzie

Favorite music: The Academy is..., Fall Out Boy, Third Eye Blind, All Time Low, Go:Audio, Escape The Fate, Nickasaur, Secondhand Serenade, NeverShoutNever, All American Rejects

Non-noveling interests: Eating, Listening to Music, Painting my Nails, Band.

Joined: October 14, 2007

This Year: Official Participant

NaNoWriMo History:
'07 '08

NaNoWriMo posts: 31

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Synopsis: Memories That Fade Like Photographs

Luke, Ali and Rian spent fifteen years in the gang-ridden city of Nerata trying not to be taken in by all the fighting. But then one night changes it all and suddenly they are trying to battle one gang against the other in a fight that could lose more than than they ever thought. When the war is over, two of them go on the run with their parents to a tiny forgotten village in Scotland. But the gangs have a grudge for those who double crossed them and they will stop at no lengths to get revenge...

There's no such thing as happy endings. Only endings.

Excerpt: Memories That Fade Like Photographs

And all of a sudden I am aware of four things happening at the same time. The first is Ali dropping a shopping bag full of tins, running outside and throwing up violently. I’d wince at the sound if it wasn’t for the second thing I notice. Rian grabbing me by the neck and pinning me to the wall.
“What have you done? You bastard, you killed her!” he’s screaming over and over, beating me all over. But I barely notice that either, after I notice the third and fourth things. Thirdly, I notice that the thirsty ache in the back of my throat is gone, completely. And then I see the blood. All over the floor. I don’t thirst after it, like I instinctively know I should, for I realise the body parts semi submerged in them. The first one I notice is the head of Nicky Taylor, separated from her body. For a second, I want to join Ali outside, vomiting all over. His noises have stopped, so I’m guessing he took a glance back in and passed out. How Rian can stand there in a pool of his dead girlfriend’s blood, though, is totally beyond me. Everyone reacts differently I suppose. Especially to death.

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