NaNoWriMo 2016 Week 3

Word Count: 37613
Finished: Nanotide #7, Nanotide #8, Nanotide #13, Nanotide #16

It still doesn’t look like I have done very much but I am making some progress on my goals

I had some 0 word count days this week. Both days I was sick and couldn’t even concentrate on anything. Migraines are the worst when it comes to word count loss. What I need right now is a good hardcore word war.

I finished a few things and I’m almost done with my monthly commitments. That should give me more time to work on The Pile. I need to get more done and I need to stop starting new things. (Points at new Arrow/Flash/Batman fic for BBD)

I hope to finish at least one more thing from The Pile by the end of this. Fingers crossed!

7. The Truth Will Out

Ester ran into the cottage soaking wet from the pouring rain. She slammed the door and leaned against it.

“Where have you been, my child?” The old woman by the fire asked.

“I was out for a walk, Granny.” Ester wiped her face with her hands. “I was caught by the rain.”

“So I can see from that puddle growing at your feet.” The old woman pointed at the water on the floor. “Were you walking alone? You seem upset.”

“I… Granny! I am a grown woman.” Ester said as she moved away from the door.

“That is not what I asked you.” Granny wiggled her finger at her granddaughter. “Change out of those wet things and sit with me next to the fire. We can talk about who it is that you were walking with.”

“Granny, I didn’t say that I was walking with anyone.” Ester started to walk toward her bedroom but jumped as soon as someone started knocking loudly at the door.

“You might as well answer the door, my child, the truth is furiously knocking.” Granny grinned.

Ester sighed and opened the door. A tall dark man, just as wet as Ester, pushed his way inside.

“My darling, I’m should never have said what I did to you it was thoughtless and cruel.” The man put his hands on Ester’s shoulders. “I beg you to forgive me.” 

“What is your name young man?” Granny asked.

The young man was startled by the question. “I am Winston Hollows, madam. I thought Ester lived here alone.”

“She doesn’t.” Granny squinted at the young man. “Aren’t you a little far from the manor house?”

“Yes madam. I am sorry to intrude but I must speak with Ester in private.”

“What did you say to her to make her run out into that storm?” Granny stood up and grabbed her cane. “You have a carriage you could have brought her home properly.”

“I told her that I couldn’t marry her.” Winston hung his head in shame. “My father won’t allow it.”

“I see then she has no reason to forgive you if you don’t love her enough to make her your wife.” Granny started to walk closer to them. “You made promises that you had no intention of keeping and you are a cad. Now she knows your truth. Leave here and never come back.”

“Granny! Please!” Ester looked at Winston. “If you love me as much as you say you do then we can elope tomorrow. If you are too afraid to be your own man then leave and never come back.” Ester opened the door.

Winston nodded a goodnight to them both and left.

Ester waited three days for Winston to come to her then she closed her heart forever.   

8. In The Cup

Take a sip of life
A taste of the primordial ooze
We all came from it
We will return to it.
Someday we will be sip.
The life that is tasted
Everything in cycles
Everything in its own time
So take a sip of life
Taste it, savor it, then live it.