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Novel: Flesheaters and Bloodsuckers Anonymous
Genre: Science Fiction
1,200 words so far  

About writeontheinternet

Location: Ohio

Age:24

Website: http://www.writeontheinternet.wordpress.com

Favorite novels: Necropolis, Rats of NIMH and Sequels, Harry Potter, The Earth's Children Series by Jean M. Auel

Favorite writers: Aimee Bender, Stephen King, Chaucer, Jean M. Auel, and more that are on the tip of my tongue but I just can't think of.

Favorite music: Classical, anything energetic. Usually something to suit the mood of what I'm writing.

Non-noveling interests: Knitting, Astrology, Tarot, Gardening

Joined: October 13, 2007

This Year: Official Participant

NaNoWriMo History:
'07

NaNoWriMo posts: 0

NaNoWriMo buddies: 11

 

Brief Author Bio:

I started this book last year during Nanowrimo and only just got to about 50,000 words. I'm keeping on with the book in hopes of continuing the trend.

Synopsis: Flesheaters and Bloodsuckers Anonymous

Vampire forced to join group therapy for his 'drinking' problem quickly becomes embroiled in a series of intrigues, though he is quite unwilling to participate.

Excerpt: Flesheaters and Bloodsuckers Anonymous

David stood looking through a microscope with his back to Harold. He didn’t bother to turn and greet him as Harold walked in. Since the confrontation David had been doing his best to avoid Harold and vice versa. The whole blood drinking thing struck a little too close to Harold’s own life for his liking. That was before he found out about the Casino.

He decided to get straight to the point asking David if he’d spoken with Orlen since she came in to investigate the changes in blood supply. He asked twice without getting a response before giving up with the niceties and whirling David around by the scruff of his neck. Harold took a chance, growling and displaying his fangs, to intimidate David. It worked, though not exactly as Harold intended with David squealing like a stuck pig. He clamped a hand over the man’s mouth, shushing him, and glancing out their shared office window for passersby. No one out there on the dead shift.

“Shut up, or I will shove you in the cooler,” Harold hissed. Instantly the man queted. Harold released him. David stared wide eyed and open mouthed. He stepped back a few feet, actually hitting the wall before he stopped.

He mumbled, ‘You, you, you’re…’ over and over as his mind moved with agonizing slowness towards realization.

“Yeah, I drink blood too. And I have a few questions to ask about your bookie,” Harold muttered.

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