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(By the way, I finished, ran to a window, and looked outside. Oh, look it's snowing! Wait, that's sleet...)

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So yeah, in case you were wondering, I am at 23,102 words. I should be around thirty thousand but I have been traveling everywhere and haven't had the time. Anyway, the title of my NaNoWriMo is The Mechanist. Here is an excerpt because you know you want to read it.

He could remember little snippets of the language as he slept. It drifted into his dreams as they spoke around him. Someone jostled him and he snapped awake. It was as dark as before and only a few of the cloth wrapped people stood around him. Water again was put to his lips and he drank greedily. A hand grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet. Thomas’ knees wobbled and he sank back to the ground.

“Stand.”

The word spoken was a command and in English. Thomas was a little confused by this. He pushed himself back to his feet and held onto the wall to keep balance. Everything hurt. His legs felt like they were made of water.

“Who are— what are you?” he asked croakily.

“That’s very rude. We are merely helpers.” The voice replied.

The man stepped in front of him. His face was completely covered as before. He leaned down to get a good look at Thomas’ face.

“What’s your name and how did you get into the middle of the winter deserts?”

Thomas drew away from the looming green eyes. He didn’t answer but began asking questions instead.

“Why are you here? And how do you know English? Everyone else is speaking something else.”

The man leaned back into the shadows. His face was obscured by darkness, but his green eyes glowed ever brighter in the gloom. He didn’t answer for a while. The man swallowed.

“You should not be afraid of our form. We are the same. I just may be…” he lifted his long fingers and wiggled them, “a little different physically from you. Everybody, including you, knows us as cannibalistic, mutated nomads. That’s not true. We only enjoy human flesh every other Friday.”

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I am determined to actually pass 50000 words this year. I figure that 2000 words a day will be more than enough to accomplish this feat. My story will be steampunk on another world. The deviations I'm posting (Industrial Parks, Flying Islands, and Flora Jacoby to name a few) are all related to the story. I still need to come up with a few details in the plot but it's pretty much fleshed out. With that said, be my writing buddy on NaNoWriMo! Last year my friends list was woefully empty. I hope everyone who reads this considers writing something this November.

Takk og Bless,
Jaroslav

NaNoWriMo: [link]
My profile: [link]

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Takk og bless,
Jaroslav

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[link]

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He squeezed the trigger thoughtlessly. A flash of sparks bounced into his eyes and mouth reminding him of the great ill he had just done, but that did not matter. Through the smoke he could see the spiraling bullet traveling on. It entered the glass and sent a thousand mistakes, lies, and truths showering out behind the frame. All the things he refused to see, pressing their condemnation upon him and showing him what he really looked like, were destroyed in an instant. He blinked. Time seemed to slow, and it felt as if an eternity had gone by before his eyelids fluttered open again. There was nothing left. All things had ceased to be. He tried to speak but could not. A darkness, so solid it could be felt, pressed down upon his eyes, and a mighty gust swept away the rest of his matter.

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You can read my finished story here: [link]

It's called The Darkest Death. Now you know why I like cockney so much. Please tell what you think about it.

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Yeah, right, so 'ave fun.
Jaroslav

P.S. I 'eard some blokes goin' on about 'ow great socialism is. Yeah, I guess they 'ave never lived in UtopiaDystopia the mockers onia.

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Takk og Bless,

Jaroslav

"Spoken like one who has never known the ecstacy of holding a still-beating heart in her hand." - Mr. Darcy, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, I love this book!

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The Road to Serfdom by Friedrich Hayek

Illustrated Cartoon Version: [link]

Reader's Digest Condensed Version (PDF): [link]

I wish UtopiaDystopia had an author like this. *sigh*

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Faithfully,
Jaroslav

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