3 Words: Transformation, Trust, Intense (November 23, 2012 prompt)
by William Ross
“We really have no other choice than to recontextualize subjective methodologies and paradigms. We must deploy community wide, inquiry-based, scientific pragmatism in an effort to control the plague of ignorance, apathy and naivety that is ravaging our societies. I propose a global reformation of our technological outlook through a use of…”
I look up from my computer screen, blinking hard to sooth my burning eyes. I am on page one hundred and thirty-two of my doctoral dissertation, but it really doesn’t mean much to me. I know better than to involve myself emotionally or to write something I actually believe in or care about. I made this mistake while working on my first doctorate degree back when I was twenty-six. It was dissected and torn apart and I was forced to revise and edit it beyond recognition. By the time it was finally accepted it was no longer my own; I no longer had anything invested in it. It had become nothing more than a drawn out string of long, fancy words.
Don’t let the fat man give you this!
Last year we decided to go on a December Hiatus and well, that was a mistake we won’t make again. We learned that Holiday season busyness doesn’t mean ‘no writing’ — unless you let it.
So, this December DON’T LET THE HOLIDAYS GIVE YOU WRITER’S BLOCK!
We hope your Christmas is full of fun and joy and lots of yummy unhealthy food and all of those warm fuzzies. But may it also be full of writing!
Merry Christmas from the TWOS Staff!
NaNoWriMo ends today. Did you make it? Congratulations or condolences, as appropriate.
Either way, you can look forward to more writing. If you stop now, you’re not a writer; you’re a poser. Doesn’t necessarily mean it gets easier. Just more familiar. Kinda like caring for a cranky armadillo. It’s just as hard as it ever was, but at least now it has a name, and you can tell when it’s hungry because it gets extra grumpy.
So good work on giving that armadillo a name.
*11/30/2012 Update: The dog is dead. Hope your white blank pages make you feel good.
NaNoWriMo is upon us and the BSR has challenged all of you NaNoWriMo’ers.
“So what are you going to do about this NaNoWriMo Puppy, who’s so inexplicably demanding and encouraging at the same time? Are you going to feed him?”
Well, are you? Are you one of those masochists and has set the 50k word goal?
If so let your progress be the food for the TWOS NaNoWriMo Puppy. And a dog needs to eat everyday… at least we think it does. Anyway. Flaunt your daily progress and post your latest word count in the comments section below. At the end of the month we will see how well you authors have fed the TWOS NaNoWriMo Puppy.
And for those TWOS fans that just like to read, please comment any encouragement and well deserved kicks in the pants for the authors!
And despair not! TWOS will still post stories. Just look for our regular stories and prompts directly below this post.
It’s Black Friday, meaning you’ve got the meat sweats and terrible gas from all the eating yesterday. Oh, and it’s also the day when retailers openly invite you to brawl with your fellow man over something you don’t really want, but the deals sites tell you that you just can’t miss because, well, DEALZ DEALZ DEALZ!!!
It’s the modern Thunderdome of sorts: 463 enter, and only 461 leave. Or something like that.
Black Friday is the closest we have to a blood sport in modern times. Sure, you can watch MMA fighters, but they’re trained to be ruthless. It’s something else entirely to watch human beings who were otherwise normal and compassionate on Thanksgiving turn into merciless gladiators of the strip mall the day after.
Weep, oh ye fools and wretches! Loose the hounds of terror and languish in despair as they rip the flesh from our mortal frames with their glittering teeth of crystal and platinum. For truly the end times are near.
Surely everyone has heard the news on the television. It’s practically impossible to miss these tidings of woe that have defiled our screens ere these many months and years. The tinkling of service brass and the rumbling of war cymbals have echoed the unadulterated filth across the valleys of our great nation, framed on either side by majestic mountain peaks of gray and purple and, when the kissed by the gentle embrace of a blessed sunrise, gold.
How much longer shall we wait, compatriots and comrades? How long must we suffer in silence, certain in our misfortune that we are the only ones trod upon so harshly by the spiked heel of fate? Surely the time is not far distant when we are compelled by our God-given humanity and moral fortitude to stand forth and declare, “No more!”
3 Words: Rival, Interrupt, Retired (November 2, 2012 prompt)
The Adventures of Grubbin Man
by Mike Cluff
We join Our Hero in the middle of a butt-rub. Now, before you go and doubt the moral quality of this story (or its narrator), let me explain: The butt is not his; it doesn’t belong to any human. It did belong to a pig—a pig that is dead and no longer has any need of its upper shoulder. That is the butt that Our Hero is so graciously slathering with herbs and spices.
I never stop laughing at the idea of non-conformists, simply because instead of eschewing all forms of conforming, as they claim, they conform to a different standard. That’s not non-conformist. That’s what we call normal.
So whenever someone mocks me for a particular life choice I have made, for conforming to what “the man” wants me to be, I chuckle inside because they’re just as guilty. The only difference is that their “the man” is different than mine.
Well, it’s here. NaNoWriMo snuck in while we were all distracted with Hurricane Sandy. Now it’s there, staring at you, daring you to type a single word… then do it again 49,999 times. Like a dog that knows you’ve got an unlimited supply of those doggie treats somewhere, and if he just stares at you long enough, with just the right amount of vulnerability and friendliness, you’ll break down and shovel more into his maw.
So what are you going to do about this NaNoWriMo Puppy, who’s so inexplicably demanding and encouraging at the same time? Are you going to feed him?
All Nine Words (October 19, 2012 prompt)
by Rahn Olaso
Twas the eve of All Hallows, and all through the streets were ghoulies and goblins all begging for treats.
Their bags were all full of the tastiest bites, they’d been showered with sweets on this of all nights.
A night on which rumors of unpleasant things, of witches and zombies fly with bat wings.
A night of traditions with darkness at heart, when good men caught sleeping awake with a start,
And hope that the news of their inner most fears will remain forever unsung in their ears.