Genre: Erotic Fiction
About NothingmanLocation: India Home Region: Age:25 Website: http://www.fubar69.blogspot.com Favorite novels: Choke,Going Postal,Rose Madder,1984,Heart Of Darkness,Scarecrow,Area 7, Temple Favorite writers: Chuck Palahniuk, Terry Pratchett,Stephen King, JosephConrad, Matthew Reilly Favorite music: Type O Negative, Skinny Puppy, Porcupine Tree Non-noveling interests: Driving, Music |
Joined: November 2, 2007 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 0 NaNoWriMo buddies: 3
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Brief Author Bio: I have escaped from my asylum and now I have stolen a laptop and identity of a lazy bugger whose fingers are going to type this novel. |
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Synopsis: GOATS
Something strange happened a small nondescript town. This is a re-telling of those strange events that shook the world, the cosmos and caused a minor storm in the tea cup of God herself. And it has Goats.
Excerpt: GOATS
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The monk picked up the baby at the door of the monastery, somewhere in the distance a wolf howled. The sun slowly rose from the jungle of buildings. The yellow rays making shadows behind the monk as he stared with a surprised expression at the baby calmly sleeping in his arms. The baby moved an arm swatting something invisible. Inside the monastery, the morning chants had started.
"Nakasume." someone called from inside the monastery.
"I will be there in a moment." the monk replied.
He looked at the baby, a small bundle of innocence, a picture of happiness compressed into such a small size. The baby gurgled in sleep, chasing monsters in dreams.
No one will know, said a voice from inside the monk's head.
I will know, the monk replied to the voice.
You will forget, in time- said the voice.
I think you are right.
With that the monk smiled at the baby. A thin sliver of drool from his mouth dripped on the baby's forehead where is sizzled and left a circular mark. The baby sucked in a lungful of air to start screaming from the pain, but before any sound the monk opened his jaw and swallowed the baby whole.
"Nakasume." someone called again from inside.
"I am coming." he burped once as he walked inside the monestary.
A lonely goat watched his as he turned. The goat's eyes zoomed in on the monk's face and his image was transmitted to the 13 laptops that were connected to the GoatGrid.
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