NaNoWriMo Prep

* This is the first of what I’m hoping becomes routine blog posts (aiming for 1-2 a month)- posts about my writing process, behind the scenes of what I’m writing, and more! Feel free to leave a comment below if there’s something you’d like me to write about!

Well, every year I say I’m not going to do it. And every year I attempt it. NaNoWriMo. For those of you who don’t know, it stands for National Novel Writing Month and it’s where writers around the world commit to writing 50k words during the month of November. (If it sounds crazy, it’s because it is!)

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Red Fog Day

TW: Gun violence


I lay in bed with my eyes closed tight, afraid to open them and see what kind of day it is. The lack of noise in my room is deafening, my alarm long since silenced. I ask my clock what time it is and its answer prompts a long sigh. 

I need to get up and get ready for work.

I hesitantly crack my eyelids apart and see the room bathed in a reddish glow. The color is coming from a dense cloud of Red Fog choking the world outside my window. 


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Untitled Flash Fiction (143 words)

She saw him and her heart skipped a beat. He was everything she never knew she needed. They married a year later and lived happily together, arguing only over the thermostat and who gets to read the Sunday comics first. Five years after first meeting, his car is run off the road. He is in the hospital for ten days before he finally succumbs to his injuries.

The next few weeks, she doesn’t leave her home, shutting out all visitors. She convinced herself that he hadn’t left her. Little things like the thermostat changing on it’s own or his favorite slippers moving around the house with no explanation. One night she woke up with a start. At the foot of her bed was a shadow, a badly degraded form of the man she loved. She saw him and her heart skipped a beat.



Prompt is from Instagram account @writing.prompt.s