I made a decent 200+ words at lunch time, but today was a CWIL evening so I turned up at our venue... during the tail end of a local NaNoWriMo group's write-in. I'd taken my baby laptop with me so I joined in, bringing today's word count to 667. Yay!
So the weirdness continues: The scene around Gibbs disappeared and he found himself once again staring out of that cage, waiting for the next bout of torture at the hands of the faceless men in white coats. The one Gibbs could see turned around, and he was not faceless, he was O'Connor the excise agent. O'Connor raised a scalpel and moved toward Gibbs. The memory of their first encounter came back to Gibbs, and he recalled the excise man pointing his gun at two dead pirates. Anger flared in Gibbs's heart and he leapt at O'Connor, swinging a fist at his throat. The punch never connected. O'Connor vanished into thin air, and Gibbs found himself holding the scalpel, about to cut a slice off a mutant cauliflower. But even a momentary glance showed it not to be a vegetable at all, but some form of tentacled animal. He stared in horror as his hand moved against his will to begin a dissection. The blade came down on a writhing appendage, and he noticed the clamps restraining the creature. His gut wrenched at what he was about to do, but his hand would not withdraw.
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on 2009-11-12 10:40 pm (UTC)So the weirdness continues:
The scene around Gibbs disappeared and he found himself once again staring out of that cage, waiting for the next bout of torture at the hands of the faceless men in white coats. The one Gibbs could see turned around, and he was not faceless, he was O'Connor the excise agent.
O'Connor raised a scalpel and moved toward Gibbs. The memory of their first encounter came back to Gibbs, and he recalled the excise man pointing his gun at two dead pirates. Anger flared in Gibbs's heart and he leapt at O'Connor, swinging a fist at his throat.
The punch never connected. O'Connor vanished into thin air, and Gibbs found himself holding the scalpel, about to cut a slice off a mutant cauliflower. But even a momentary glance showed it not to be a vegetable at all, but some form of tentacled animal. He stared in horror as his hand moved against his will to begin a dissection. The blade came down on a writhing appendage, and he noticed the clamps restraining the creature. His gut wrenched at what he was about to do, but his hand would not withdraw.