2013 NaNoWriMo Excerpt #2
Mos sighed. “Alright.” He turned to the wall of hostages, all pressed up against children’s books. “I’m going to release one of you as a show of good will.”
They were silent, all looked at one another without talking.
Dead silence still. There were eighteen of them, plus the little child whose life he was continually threatening.
“It might help,” said Rakel, “if you released someone who needs medical attention. I mean, release anyone who needs medical attention.”
“Does anyone,” Mos said carefully, “require medical attention?”
They all seemed fine. No-one stirred.
“Anyone with asthma?”
A man – the parent of the child, perhaps – held up his own inhaler and murmured, “I’m alright.”
What a brilliant bunch of hostages. They could form a group, hire themselves out and so forth.
Everyone in my novel is extremely polite and helpful. It’s the most optimistic thing I’ve ever written and I have no idea why.
That’s nice and not at all worrying and/or strange. Nice. It’s nice when people are nice. Nice nice nice.
I am, very desperately, trying to think where it all leads. I have some inklings of an idea, and it miiiiiight work.
Exciting ^.^ Is this the niceness or the novel in general? (Or both?)
The novel in general, tobogganed by the niceness and the existential crises.
Fair enough. I look forward to the end results (can I? Can I? :D ) Also, and vaguely but not really related, I enjoyed the employment of ‘tobogganed’ in that sentence.
You can! ^_^ Unless I feel too self-conscious I can send you the nigh-incoherent monstrousness that will be the first draft, as it might be a while before a second draft surfaces.
Also: yay. I’m proud of my choice of words.
Yay! Thank you :) In return, you can have however many words of in depth and purposeless description I come up with :)