Three days in a row, made my goal.
556 words written yesterday!
Here’s a short snippet, just because.
“I am an Ajaix.” The pink woman explained. “There are three different… kinds of us I suppose you could say. Ajaix, Zynth, and Lazit. The Zynth cause chaos. That’s what they do, that’s what they like, and that’s what we Ajaix stop. Most of the time. Sometimes we stop you humans from killing each other. At least for idiotic reasons.”
Unfortunately, I got absolutely zero words written yesterday, due to sleep.
I had gotten no sleep on the 9th and after I got off of work at seven AM yesterday I went straight to bed.
So instead of a number, here’s a short little excerpt from Once Upon a Post-Apocalypse.
The very first excerpt actually.
“I’ll put a gun to your head and pull the fucking trigger.” Pressing her thumb against the foil, she removed a piece of gum from the pack and popped it in her mouth.
She met the gaze of her salt-and-pepper haired companion. “Nicotine gum. Bad time to be smokin’ cigarettes. Not only because they were cleared out of every damn station.”
Pulling her handgun from it’s holster, she checked that it was loaded.
“Three,” the old man muttered.
“What was that?”
“That’s the third time you’ve checked your gun in the last ten minutes.”
Brushing a strand of shoulder-length brown hair out of her face, she blinked green eyes once. “What’d you say your name was?”
“Quinten. Quinten Reede.” He brushed his hands together to remove the dust from kneeling on the ground. Straightening the sleeves of his once-fine suit, he stood. “And yours?”
She stretched her legs in front of her, pulling her jacket closer around her. “Zelinia.”
Quinten grunted once as he nodded.
“So what were you? Before?” She returned his questioning gaze with a blank stare. “You might as well get comfortable. No chance I’m moving on unless I have to.”