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Genre: Science Fiction
About OnceUponMLLocation: writing like mad Home Region: Age:18 Favorite novels: Too Many Favorite writers: I don't have a favorite Favorite music: AFI, Mayday Parade, Four Year Strong, Lady Gaga, Ludo, Shinedown, The Starting Line, Seether, Muse (♥ ), Katy Perry, Coldplay, Secondhand Serenade, The Killers, Spill Canvas, Straylight Run, The Goo Goo Dolls, Mindless Self Indulgence, Fall Out Boy, Panic! At the Disco, Kings Of Leon, Flyleaf, Saosin, The Academy Is..., Cute Is What We Aim For, 3oh3, Cobra Starship, Weezer, Three Days Grace, Breaking Benjamin, Lacuna Coil, Depeche Mode, Armor for Sleep, Chevelle, Sugarcult, Motion City Soundtrack, The Bravery, Say Anything, Death Cab For Cutie, The Higher, Cartel, Escape the Fate, Just Surrender, Kill Hannah, Casting Crowns, From Autumn to Ashes, Incubus, The Offspring, Def Leppard Non-noveling interests: reading, music, wandering aimlessly, RPing... |
Joined: January 11, 2009 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 320 NaNoWriMo buddies: 31
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Brief Author Bio: I find myself able to sit in my room for whole days, chain-burning incense ((I really like lilac, dragon's blood, Egyptian Goddess, among others)) and candles, drinking way too many cans of mountain dew and eating chocolate. I listen to music and pretend I'm cool because no one knows who Cage the Elephant is [except now they do] I write contrived author bios. I'm going to school to teach high school english and hope to retire early after becoming a very famous published authoress. Loud noises make me happy. This is why I can't hear all that fabulously; I listen to my music far too loudly. Malomar is my YATF and my best nanofriend. My profile picture is of one of my favorite characters of all time, Daelynn. I'm addicted to my cell phone and would die without my iPod [shameless apple endorsement here]. You've probably never heard of me. But don't worry. You will. NaNo 2008: Into The Unknown; 50,059 words 2009: |
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Synopsis: The Most Desperate of Measures
They're in love. But the war is coming for them. What will he do to save her? What will she sacrifice to stay alive?
Excerpt: The Most Desperate of Measures
Rebekah's world froze. It took a whole thirty seconds, which felt like a year, for her to process that it was her name that had just been read aloud. It took her so long, that Captain Davies repeated it. “Rebekah Madison? Is there a Miss Madison here?” She was looking around, as if she could figure out who Rebekah was somehow that way. Cameron's grip on her tightened and Rebekah had to squirm to escape his grip. Slowly, she headed up towards the front.
Her head was buzzing. There were no real word, just a loud, nearly unbearable noise going on in her ears that she couldn't manage to block out. She wasn't really thinking as she walked forward, managing to make it to the podium. Later she would try to remember that walk, but all she would remember would be the buzzing in her head.
Captain Davies looked relieved. “Oh, I'm so glad you're here, Rebekah. Here's your card. Why don't you all go on in through those doors.” Rebekah could hear her mother sobbing openly, and a murmur she thought might be her father attempting consolation. She was trying to keep up the numb state; it was nice, to not feel anything right now. She was afraid of what her feelings might end up being. Rebekah turned and headed out with the other nine people picked with her. Two other girls and seven guys. Their eyes all looked as hollow as Rebekah imagined her own to be.
As they started walking through the doors, Rebekah could hear Captain Davies chattering on about how productive today had been and how she hoped everyone had a nice evening. From the woman's voice it was easy to tell she was glad this whole thing was over, at least for now. Rebekah hoped there wouldn't be another draft. Though, as thinned out as the number of papers left in that ball was, there were still quite a few. Cameron's name was in there...
When the double doors shut, the whiney, irritating voice that Rebekah now officially despised cut off abrupty. That was the small bit of relief that entered her head as they trooped down the hallway, automatically falling into five rows of two. She didn't know the boy walking beside her, but he was three inches taller and looked about the same age as she was. She glanced at him, but he didn't look up from the floor. Frankly, she didn't blame him.
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