wow, this is difficult
I have three NaNo's for this dump. Which leaves me two behind. I hope I finish this by the end. Man, this year is just so much more difficult than last year.
Prompt for the 21st: Find an MLIA and write the background story for it. So I couldn't find it to quote it, but the idea is: The teacher tells the class that in school, she used to doodle with her opposite hand, because it made it seem as if she was being incredibly studious in class. The next day, she doesn't seem to notice that the entire class is doing this.
I don't know why I signed up for this 6 to 8:30 PM evening class. I think the idea of class once a week was just so alluring, that I completely overlooked the agonizing pain of a two and a half hour class. To make time go by faster I tried everything. Coffee just made me jumpy, and I had to piss like a racehorse halfway through. Eating during class kept me occupied, but wasn't entertaining, it only came in handy when I couldn't make it to dinner before class started. I needed something to keep me awake, this class was killing me.
My roommate suggested that I read a book while he lectured, but then his voice became even more of a background noise, lulling me into nodding off. Unless the book was exceptionally interesting, in which case, it didn't last very long before I finished it.
Spending class on my laptop was no better. Before he banned them in his class (for improper use) it wasn't much more help that the books were. If I found something interesting to look at or read I could be occupied for the whole class, but if I couldn't find anything I'd be doomed to stare at my screen until the end of class. There were times, few and far between, when I would do homework, but that's never fun, even when done covertly.
Eventually, my friend from back home, who attends college across the country from me, told me about what she and her friends do in boring classes. I have no idea who came up with the idea originally, but I love them. The only thing I found that has any success at keeping me awake in this terrible night class, is doodling with my left hand. See, I'm right handed, and doodling with my left hand gives the illusion that I'm concentrating very hard, but I'm actually enjoying myself.
Never will I suffer through another boring class again. Well, I will, but at least now I have one more idea to combat the boredom!
Prompt for the 23rd: Historical Fiction. Include a potato. (it could be historical fiction, they haven't released all those classified documents you know.
CLASSIFIED DOCUMENT: PROPERTY OF U.S. GOVERNMENT AND AREA 51
Local Interview: William "Billy" Cullan
"We didn't know what was going on at the time. The government wouldn't tell us anything. You'd think they'd at least explain it to those of us who were there, who witnessed it, but no. The most explanation we got was "mass hallucination" or some bullshit like that, we all knew better. What we saw was real, and no suits could tell us differently.
It looked like a malformed potato, not that most potatoes don't look like malformed potatoes. All lumpy and misshapen, it was lopsided, brown, and smelled like it'd been in the ground awhile. Except that it couldn't have, because I saw it fall from the sky. It was crazy shit, I tell you. Never seen nothing exactly like it, before or since. Though, every time I eat potatoes I get a little, what's it called, flash back, or those letters Postpartum, or Post Trauma, you know, that thing that means you have flash backs of crazy shit. To this day, I cannot eat potatoes without seeing that thing and freaking out.
I'm still not sure what it was, but it wasn't no ordinary potato, that's for damn sure. It had little appendage-leg like things, poking out to help it scuttle all over the place. First thing I thought when I saw it was a rat, but it sure wasn't no rat. It saw me and made a noise like a scream, then started scuttling in the opposite direction, like it was scared of me or some such. My first instinct was to step on the creepy little bastard, but then those hunting lessons my daddy gave me kicked in.
I trapped the creature, then brought it to my mechanic friend Jim, because he knows a lot about these sorts of things. But he had no idea what it was either, so we just stuck it in a cage and just sort of stared at it. Then, because it was such a weird little bastard, we called around the rest of the guys, and we all just crowded around and watched it. We tried to feed it various things, but it didn't seem hungry, even when we offered it non-food things.
Two days after we locked the thing up, it wasn't doing nothing but cowering in the corner of the cage. We tried to coax it to do shit, but it wouldn't do nothing. Then, it's leg-things stopped twitching, so we took it for dead. Not long after them suits showed up, taking the crate and all us boys with them. We sat in the back of a windowless van and parked in an indoor garage connected to whatever building they used as headquarters or whatnot.
The room they shoved us into was small and dank. No windows, just solid concrete walls, not even anywhere to sit, except the floor. It was like a bad movie. Some of the boys got comfortable on the floor, some paced, some of us leaned against the walls. We all just waited, because there was nothing else we could do, they emptied our pockets before shoving us in.
I guess we should have spent that time getting our story straight, but we were all too scared to do much of anything. It's not like our stories were much different anyway, we gawked at the weird shit, that's that. I don't know what those suits were looking for, but I didn't think any of us had the answer.
After about a week, with consistent food and water, they let us go. No interviews or nothing. They just opened the door and lead us through the building and into the connected garage. We were shoved back into that windowless van and dropped right back at Jim's shop. They were silent, we didn't hear none of them say a word. It was creepy as shit.
None of us talked about it, afraid the suits would show up again. I never even went back to that field where I saw it fall, too superstitious about those suits.
So, who are you guys anyway? How do you even know about the little potato thing? Why are you grabbing my arms? Where are you taking me? Is that a gag?"
Prompt for the 25th: bodyswap
It started with a headache. A piercing pain that hit right above my right eye, I thought my skull was splitting apart. Hand over my eyes to block as much light as possible, I stumbled into my bathroom and downed two or five tylenol without much thought. Then I looked into the mirror.
Well, I say I because I was standing there, but I was not the one in the mirror. Or, I guess I was, but then, I was not entirely who I was in front of the mirror. Basically, I was confused. Because, looking at me, from his body, was my friend Josh, but I'm not Josh, I'm Maggie. I looked down, and everything appeared to be Josh-like in shape and color, and yet, I'm Maggie. I did the only thing I could think of, I screamed.
Across the house, Josh, well I, well the other person in the house was getting up. He, or her, or it, smoothed a hand down his or hers or its stomach, expecting to find the usual inhabitant of Josh's boxers in the morning. Not only was his morning wood not there, neither were his boxers, but there was a rather curious feeling of silk and smooth skin. Not one to complain, Josh set to work starting his morning off the way he usually did. Sure he heard a dude scream from the bathroom, but there were boobs and lady bits to play with, so he didn't pay the other person much heed.
In a wave of panic Maggie (in Josh's body, with Josh's usual morning visitor) rushed to her room. She threw open the door, only to see herself sprawled across the bed masturbating. It was at precisely this time that Maggie noticed Little Josh standing at attention below her, surprisingly taut and firm abs. She recognized her own coy look from across the room, and immediately pounced.
"I don't know what happened, but it needs to happen more often," Maggie, back to her original body, said against Josh's neck.
Josh, smiling to himself, agreed. He mentally cataloged this as yet another spell he could use in their sex play. However, he was beginning to wonder how Maggie still hadn't found out he was a wizard.
Maggie smirked as she read Josh's thoughts, and decided, once again, to keep her mind reading powers to herself, so long as it meant Josh would keep coming up with new ways to play.
Prompt for the 21st: Find an MLIA and write the background story for it. So I couldn't find it to quote it, but the idea is: The teacher tells the class that in school, she used to doodle with her opposite hand, because it made it seem as if she was being incredibly studious in class. The next day, she doesn't seem to notice that the entire class is doing this.
I don't know why I signed up for this 6 to 8:30 PM evening class. I think the idea of class once a week was just so alluring, that I completely overlooked the agonizing pain of a two and a half hour class. To make time go by faster I tried everything. Coffee just made me jumpy, and I had to piss like a racehorse halfway through. Eating during class kept me occupied, but wasn't entertaining, it only came in handy when I couldn't make it to dinner before class started. I needed something to keep me awake, this class was killing me.
My roommate suggested that I read a book while he lectured, but then his voice became even more of a background noise, lulling me into nodding off. Unless the book was exceptionally interesting, in which case, it didn't last very long before I finished it.
Spending class on my laptop was no better. Before he banned them in his class (for improper use) it wasn't much more help that the books were. If I found something interesting to look at or read I could be occupied for the whole class, but if I couldn't find anything I'd be doomed to stare at my screen until the end of class. There were times, few and far between, when I would do homework, but that's never fun, even when done covertly.
Eventually, my friend from back home, who attends college across the country from me, told me about what she and her friends do in boring classes. I have no idea who came up with the idea originally, but I love them. The only thing I found that has any success at keeping me awake in this terrible night class, is doodling with my left hand. See, I'm right handed, and doodling with my left hand gives the illusion that I'm concentrating very hard, but I'm actually enjoying myself.
Never will I suffer through another boring class again. Well, I will, but at least now I have one more idea to combat the boredom!
Prompt for the 23rd: Historical Fiction. Include a potato. (it could be historical fiction, they haven't released all those classified documents you know.
CLASSIFIED DOCUMENT: PROPERTY OF U.S. GOVERNMENT AND AREA 51
Local Interview: William "Billy" Cullan
"We didn't know what was going on at the time. The government wouldn't tell us anything. You'd think they'd at least explain it to those of us who were there, who witnessed it, but no. The most explanation we got was "mass hallucination" or some bullshit like that, we all knew better. What we saw was real, and no suits could tell us differently.
It looked like a malformed potato, not that most potatoes don't look like malformed potatoes. All lumpy and misshapen, it was lopsided, brown, and smelled like it'd been in the ground awhile. Except that it couldn't have, because I saw it fall from the sky. It was crazy shit, I tell you. Never seen nothing exactly like it, before or since. Though, every time I eat potatoes I get a little, what's it called, flash back, or those letters Postpartum, or Post Trauma, you know, that thing that means you have flash backs of crazy shit. To this day, I cannot eat potatoes without seeing that thing and freaking out.
I'm still not sure what it was, but it wasn't no ordinary potato, that's for damn sure. It had little appendage-leg like things, poking out to help it scuttle all over the place. First thing I thought when I saw it was a rat, but it sure wasn't no rat. It saw me and made a noise like a scream, then started scuttling in the opposite direction, like it was scared of me or some such. My first instinct was to step on the creepy little bastard, but then those hunting lessons my daddy gave me kicked in.
I trapped the creature, then brought it to my mechanic friend Jim, because he knows a lot about these sorts of things. But he had no idea what it was either, so we just stuck it in a cage and just sort of stared at it. Then, because it was such a weird little bastard, we called around the rest of the guys, and we all just crowded around and watched it. We tried to feed it various things, but it didn't seem hungry, even when we offered it non-food things.
Two days after we locked the thing up, it wasn't doing nothing but cowering in the corner of the cage. We tried to coax it to do shit, but it wouldn't do nothing. Then, it's leg-things stopped twitching, so we took it for dead. Not long after them suits showed up, taking the crate and all us boys with them. We sat in the back of a windowless van and parked in an indoor garage connected to whatever building they used as headquarters or whatnot.
The room they shoved us into was small and dank. No windows, just solid concrete walls, not even anywhere to sit, except the floor. It was like a bad movie. Some of the boys got comfortable on the floor, some paced, some of us leaned against the walls. We all just waited, because there was nothing else we could do, they emptied our pockets before shoving us in.
I guess we should have spent that time getting our story straight, but we were all too scared to do much of anything. It's not like our stories were much different anyway, we gawked at the weird shit, that's that. I don't know what those suits were looking for, but I didn't think any of us had the answer.
After about a week, with consistent food and water, they let us go. No interviews or nothing. They just opened the door and lead us through the building and into the connected garage. We were shoved back into that windowless van and dropped right back at Jim's shop. They were silent, we didn't hear none of them say a word. It was creepy as shit.
None of us talked about it, afraid the suits would show up again. I never even went back to that field where I saw it fall, too superstitious about those suits.
So, who are you guys anyway? How do you even know about the little potato thing? Why are you grabbing my arms? Where are you taking me? Is that a gag?"
Prompt for the 25th: bodyswap
It started with a headache. A piercing pain that hit right above my right eye, I thought my skull was splitting apart. Hand over my eyes to block as much light as possible, I stumbled into my bathroom and downed two or five tylenol without much thought. Then I looked into the mirror.
Well, I say I because I was standing there, but I was not the one in the mirror. Or, I guess I was, but then, I was not entirely who I was in front of the mirror. Basically, I was confused. Because, looking at me, from his body, was my friend Josh, but I'm not Josh, I'm Maggie. I looked down, and everything appeared to be Josh-like in shape and color, and yet, I'm Maggie. I did the only thing I could think of, I screamed.
Across the house, Josh, well I, well the other person in the house was getting up. He, or her, or it, smoothed a hand down his or hers or its stomach, expecting to find the usual inhabitant of Josh's boxers in the morning. Not only was his morning wood not there, neither were his boxers, but there was a rather curious feeling of silk and smooth skin. Not one to complain, Josh set to work starting his morning off the way he usually did. Sure he heard a dude scream from the bathroom, but there were boobs and lady bits to play with, so he didn't pay the other person much heed.
In a wave of panic Maggie (in Josh's body, with Josh's usual morning visitor) rushed to her room. She threw open the door, only to see herself sprawled across the bed masturbating. It was at precisely this time that Maggie noticed Little Josh standing at attention below her, surprisingly taut and firm abs. She recognized her own coy look from across the room, and immediately pounced.
"I don't know what happened, but it needs to happen more often," Maggie, back to her original body, said against Josh's neck.
Josh, smiling to himself, agreed. He mentally cataloged this as yet another spell he could use in their sex play. However, he was beginning to wonder how Maggie still hadn't found out he was a wizard.
Maggie smirked as she read Josh's thoughts, and decided, once again, to keep her mind reading powers to herself, so long as it meant Josh would keep coming up with new ways to play.