Your Last 100 Words

Share the last 100 words that you have written for your NaNo novel to give us an update on how you're doing!

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Avery married when he was only seventeen and the girl fifteen. Mother wasn’t very keen on him marrying that young but the marriage came with a great dowry and Father needed that money to get our farm back up to par. It worked because we were more successful now than ever, in fact, people all around Nashville talked about the Asher Farm. The only other name you hear almost as often was of course, the Hale Family. The family I was marrying into when I wed Caroline Hale next month.

~ Story isn't up on Mibba but you can read the synopsis on My NaNo Profile

"He remembered those days, the symptoms came on sudden, and violently. Vomiting, blood from every orifice and irregular breathing, immediately the organs would shut down one by one leaving the person unable to call for help even if they wanted to. The world went into a mass panic, rightfully so - but he stayed locked up in his apartment and hearing the screams of people as they died were on his list of least favorite memories he had. The list consisted of finding his family finished off by the disease barely a week after it had spread, his two sisters, mother and father - gone. Their funeral was something he never wanted to relive. It was then he realized how the world worked, in a merciless and vengeful way. "

That is the last bit that I've written :) I like it so far.

Rain hammered against the window of Tess’ room as she lounged on her bed, her cat Poppy acting as her own personal blanket, draped across her legs. It was so loud, she could hear it through her ear phones, almost drowning out the music she listened to. With a huff, she gave up trying to concentrate on the chapter she was attempting to edit, yanking the bids out of her ears and startling her cat. “Bloody British weather,” she muttered to herself, Poppy giving her the death glare for interrupting her snooze.

This first chapter is coming along nicely!

The rain from the last bit of rain sloshes around my rubber boots and I sigh, dragging my feet through the puddles.

The small play park beckons me and I start towards it, making my way towards a small picnic table, I wipe the metal with the sleeve of my jacket until it's dry enough to sit on. Plopping down onto the bench I lean my head on my hands and let my eyes drift shut. All I could dream about last night was falling over cliffs and off roofs and all I could do in my dreams was to shut my eyes and try to fly, to no avail.

"This? It's--Ratilla had it on him. I'm going to get rid of it." The Jaguar started to walk off but Grune quickly stopped him with an outstretched arm.

"Why don't you let me confiscate the weapon for you? Go back to the lady Lenna and little Lina and--!" Grune frowned at Jaga brushing his hand away.

"I'm sorry, Grune, but this task falls upon me alone. No one else." Jaga said quietly before leaving the room. Grune just growled, anger bubbling within his soul.

"You're just too good for your own good, old friend." The Sabetooth hissed in Jaga's wake.
(Link to my story is in my signature. And this is 101 words but It would've been awkward to delete the beginning of the sentence)

Loki could sense the fever from across the room. He had always been empathetic to the core, but even without the sensitivity of his reflexive rapport, he could feel Thor practically burning in his bed. Loki made a mental note to thoroughly wash the sheets in the meadow lake, but until then, there was a sick man to tend to. A sick king, he reminded himself. It still shocked him that Ásgarður’s ruler was snoring at the edge of his room. How did Thor trust Loki to not kill him? He must have vital information concerning Priyal and the dragons.

He knew he should be sharing in the village's excitement. Though why should he when rarely anyone makes contact with him? For you see Max wasn't a normal boy in the sense. He was different, very different to those of his village and even his empire. His eyes were blue and rounder then their dark brown and narrow eyes. His skin was fair and sensitive compared to their thicker olive skin. His name sounded foreign compared to the statue of Chen the Cheerful; the first emperor to visit Crimson Falls who stood frozen behind him. No, he was very different indeed.

It's a bad idea this started on the weekend. trawling through so slowly...

Considering I have absolutely no idea where I am or how to survive in the wilderness my chances with Jax might be slightly higher than if I run off into the wilderness.

Slowly I follow Jax, breaking into a Jog when I realize that he's going to leave me behind if I don't speed up. I fall into stride beside him, and after it seems like we've gone a mile the sound of water reaches my ears. As we keep walking I realize the sound is familiar to me and I stop freeze in my tracks.

“Is that...the ocean?”

"And Ellen felt proud of her daughter for thinking about the consequences of running, knowing that if she stayed where she was, then she might have a chance to be spared and to stay hidden from anyone who could be searching for her.

However, the traumatized mother did not have the capability to think ahead as her daughter had. The only thing that she wanted to do was run away, to run from her husband's lifeless body, to run from her home and all of the people that she loved."

"Blast it, Lenna, I've spent all night tracking that damn Ratilla down and I come home to rest! Honestly--!" His words were cut off by the Sword of Plun-Darr flaring to life and suddenly Jaga felt something, a strange entity, seeping into his heart.

Seeing the strain on her husband's face, Lenna took a step back. "Jaga?"

He dropped down to his knees, gripping the sides of his head.

Lenna slowly took tiny steps closer to him. Her hand slowly reached out and she gently touched her mate's shoulder.

"Jaga, dear, what's wrong?" Even her tone was worried.
(I'm so proud of myself for how the second chapter is turning out! )

Slipping and sliding on the dead grass and leaves I finally manage to make it up the hill a few minutes after Jax does. When I get to the top I find him and Rabbit talking quietly, the stop when I arrive.

“Hey, Autumn. Welcome to the Plains of the Piccaninny.”

I look down and my breath catches in my throat. Spread out is a city of Tepees, smoke rising in lazy curls towards the sky.

Lysander almost lets out a small laugh, considering Juniper’s sweet and innocent appearance with her enticing blue eyes, blond ringlets and smile and how it is completely opposite to her strong and bitter personality and the language she spouts at them.

“The bags? Oh! The bags, well my pack seems to have basic camping supplies. Nothing out of the ordinary.” He motions to the items he has pulled from the bag.

“I don’t have a notebook or a pen, but I do have a book of “Herbs and Other Edible Plants’.” Reagan’s voice is so low, like she was afraid to talk.

Cheeks dusted with pink when she looked up at him, her expression guilty.

“I’m sorry.” Her tone was soft and hesitant. She seemed wary to bring something up. “For… For dragging you away from your friends. I just couldn’t deal with anything, Ash. You’re always there for me when I want to go back, but this time…” She trailed off, to which he automatically jumped in.

“I’m here now, okay, Kas? You don’t have to apologize for anything. I get it. You’re dealing with shit, and we’ll get through it. We always do.” He smiled. “I got your back.”

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Not quite 100 words, but close enough as 99. The link to my NaNo is in my signature!

“Good morning Perdita,” his eyes stayed scanning the horizon as if searching for something, or someone.

“Good morning Captain.”

The two of us stood in silence. James scanning the horizon while I watched the other crew members go about their chores. Each member had a tale to tell, a connection to one and other. Each individual had been stolen from their homes. From their families and from the possible lives they could have had.

Looking around I could name each crew member and remember their stories. None had ended happily, none had been spared, each had suffered horrifically at the hands of Peter Pan.

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So a little over 100 but this is what I have written and I am very proud of it!!

“Grune, do you agree?” Jaga asked, glancing at his friend.

Grune was sitting there, pretending to mull the idea over in his head. His brown eyes narrowed a bit and his lips curled back with glee. This was an unsettling sight to see. The warrior’s hand went to his electric club hanging off his belt at his hip. But he only allowed his fingers to brush lightly against the handle. “Actually, Lord Jaga.” He began; his gaze went to Ratilla briefly before going back to his Jaguar friend. “I disagree.”

(It's a bit under 100 words...)

As Max was paying he couldn't help but ask what was going on in the village.

"Haven't you heard?" Replied the woman in a voice similar to that of a toad.

Max shook his head as he payed her the money.

"She's coming to the village sometime today. I heard she would be coming in the afternoon. We are not sure." She replied almost gushing with excitement.

Max still didn't know who she meant. Who was this woman? Why was she so important, well important enough to have everyone in a right state of cleaning madness. Not to mention the decorations being put up all over the village.

*Still stumbling along. I hope I pick up steam soon :)*

After she was done washing her hands, she stopped at the living room to check up on Ashton and see how he was doing with Emma. The blonde girl was twirling in her blue Elsa dress, a badly done ponytail in her hair and lipstick smothered over her lips. She wasn’t sure if it was Ashton who had done the makeup or not, but the ponytail was definitely his doing. A smile lit up on Taylor’s face as she listened to her sister belt ‘Let It Go’ at the top of her lungs, bouncing around Ashton excitedly.

Over the course of the evening, Cas actually learns a lot more about Dean. It turns out that Dean and Sam (Sammy, he calls him), were raised by their father in a small town north of [city]. Their mother was killed in a fire before Sam was even a year old and their father criss-crossed the country as a trucker. Dean spent his first two years at a community college so he could stay close to Sam and once he was old enough, they both applied to [college].

The way he tells it, Cas has no doubt there must be much more to the story than Dean’s telling. Still, he’s happy to get even that much.

"...child and still keep my job pretending to be you. Plus, I could not keep a part of my life away from someone that I love, and no one else can know about us except for our parents and a few on the guard."

Before Mira could respond to the words Lina had spoken there was a knock on the door. The king appeared in the doorway not looking a day older than when he had first met Lina. "We are leaving now, are you ready, Lina?" The girl shook her head and said goodbye to the princess before leaving.

*That last one hundred is very anticlimactic without the rest of the story*