NaNoWriMo teaser!

[sorcyress]

NanNoWriMo is coming up! Woo-hoo! NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month, and it's basically this challenge where you write a 50000 word novel in the month of November. It's a cool concept, and I hope to actually do it this year.

Here's the teaser:

I huddled closer into myself, trying to keep my overly thin frame from sticking out of the ragged, too-small coat I wore. I was crunched under an awning, trying to avoid having to sit out in the pouring downfall that was currently happining all across the city. No street rat was cozy tonight, that was for sure.

I watched across the city, taxi's and cars more prevalent then normal, passerby more sparse. Of the few people who scurried past, all hurriying to get somewhere dry, none of them spared even a passing glance at a cold, wet and very hungry begger like me. They all wanted to be inside, and I didn't blame them, so did I. I just had no place to go.

I was surprised to see another figure walking at a sedate pace along the empty sidewalk, his face upturned to the falling heavens. He wore a long black trenchcoat, open over a dark blue shirt and jeans. As he walked closer to me, I could see that he had ragged hair cut very short and dyed a dark blue, with veins of a more electric shade underneath. He stopped when he stood besides me, still in the rain he just turned to stare at me, and as "he" turned, I caught a sudden glimpse of curves under the stark trenchcoat. This strange man was a girl.

She squatted down and with a hand clad in a fingerless black leather glove, pulled my chin up so that her eyes, hidden behind blue-tinted glass could look directly at my face. For some reason, I felt no alarm, and saw no reason why I should fight her, or try to pull away.

"Here." She stood, pulled off her coat and dropped it around me, "There's money in the pockets. Get yourself somewhere dry." Staring at her like she was a madwoman, I stood and pulled on the coat, it was very warm, and waterproof, warming me almost as soon as it touched my sholders.

"Miss!" I called after her as she started to stride off. She turned slightly and gave a slight nod of the head, and I felt a sudden overwhelming feeling of calm, good will, and confidence, as well as a desire to find a job. I knew without any doubt in my mind that it had come from her, although I hadn't an idea in my head about how or why. I looked down at my body, now clad in a good coat over the rags I normally wore, and when I looked up, she had gone.

I've been at my job for almost three years now, and I pull in a pretty tidy salery. A substantial amount of that I donate, to the cities poor, it's homeless, it's hurt. I never did find out who the strange woman was, I have only the coat to prove she exists, the coat and the strange name sewn into the collar: Dante Stormchilde.

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Comments

[xelectricavenue.livejournal.com]

[drama-angel3189.livejournal.com]

I want to see where this goes.

~V~

[kdsorceress.livejournal.com]

Alas, it didn't. This bit was never actually pivitol to the main story, it was just meant to be a charecter sketch of Dante, from another person's veiw. She hates to see good people out on teh street, and while she loves the rain, she knows that not everyone else shares her love.

I like this. It's cool.

~Sor