“Not quite,” said a quiet, smooth voice. It came from a man sitting amongst the gypsies, who, though sitting down, was probably around six feet tall. He wore all black, unlike his other comrades who were dressed in colors of all shades and variations. He had straight, limp black hair that appeared to be greasy from the reflections of the firelight ( Read more... )

The sign they passed next directed them to take the next left turn and they did so, driving down a very gravelly dirt road with a number of pot holes they had to avoid. Veronica stopped trying to drink her coffee as any time she attempted to take a sip, they’d hit a bump. After the first time she burned her mouth, she just set it back in the cup ( Read more... )

Hey guys! Just finished the first hour of NaNoWriMo 2010, and I’m feeling pretty good! I’m at 1776 words, and I’m not missing the irony that I stopped there, and that I’m currently working in Philadelphia. :) History is alive people!

Let’s hope the rest of November goes as well as this first hour! How’re the rest of you doing? Let me know!

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