Tag: nanowrimo 2018

            “I know I feel safer when you’re
around,” Kosma said. “And I never feel safe.”
            “Kosma’s middle name is Danger.”
            “I thought that was his stripper
name.”
            “My stripper name is Mean Dean the Sex Machine.”
            “Why is that the first thing that came to your mind?!”

If you ever think you’re a bad writer remember that I just wrote this sentence and decided that it wasn’t bad enough to be removed.

            Though there were no clocks in the room
Signe deduced that about ten minutes must have passed when Guthrie announced
that ten minutes had passed.

            “I
climbed up to her to try to snap her out of the shock,” Tanner said immediately.

            “Same,”
Kosma nodded. “Ma’am.”

            “Also
ma’am,” Tanner corrected himself.

            “Didyaknow…”
Mark spoke with his face pressed into the wall. “There’s an urban legend going around that the Russians did a sleep experiment much like this on five political prisoners where
they were supposed to keep them awake for thirty days but instead they all went
crazy like two weeks in and started shitting on the windows and eating their
own intestines?”

            “Fascinating
story,” Kosma groaned. “Thank you for
sharing it with the class.”

            “Juri,
breathing check.”
            “Still
breathing.
            “Tanner,
nail check.”
            “Still
growing back.”
            “Apparently
it takes six months for fingernails to grow back,” Mark noted. “Eighteen months
for toenails.”
            “Please,
please don’t take off your toenails
as well.”
            “I’ll
try.”