The Nameless
I'm updating from Annetta's living room where we, of the Nameless, have assembled to write. Or not write, because small children and the Internet are welcomed distractions.
I probably should introduce myself and the ladies (so far we have no males among our number), but I feel that would defeat the purpose of our not-name.
Actually, we are the Nameless because we haven't named our writing group.
I have decided to take a minor break from my main story idea because I've hit a heavy brick wall where its plot is concerned. Still trying to work out who or what my antagonist is and stuff. Yeah, I'm not annoyed or anything.
Ahem, moving right along...
I did write something, so it's not like I haven't been productive. I just haven't been as productive as I could have been.
Anyway, here is what I have to share (keep in mind it is a first draft!):
The city was poorly lit at night; its streets covered in metropolitan debris and its downtown looking more industrial then financial. The dilapidated buildings stood as stone and steel sentinels, beckoning Midnight City's denizens to come out and play.
And housed deep within the belly of St. Benedict's Hospital was a very exhausted looking 19-year-old girl. She sat on her twin bed pulling at imaginary threads from her institution-issued pajamas as she waited for the night orderly to make his rounds. She would be given her nightly injection of thorozine and slip into a fitful sleep, as was her routine.
But once Anna was asleep another in her body would awaken, and he would not stay in her room on this night. The moon was out, laughing at the stars with its brightness, and it had been so very long since he basked in that lunar glow. A feral grin spread across the girl's pallid face as Doyle watched the orderly fall to the floor dead.
Yes, tonight would be a good night to play.
Not exactly riveting stuff, but it took me away from my alien planet for a bit, so I'm happy with it.
I probably should introduce myself and the ladies (so far we have no males among our number), but I feel that would defeat the purpose of our not-name.
Actually, we are the Nameless because we haven't named our writing group.
I have decided to take a minor break from my main story idea because I've hit a heavy brick wall where its plot is concerned. Still trying to work out who or what my antagonist is and stuff. Yeah, I'm not annoyed or anything.
Ahem, moving right along...
I did write something, so it's not like I haven't been productive. I just haven't been as productive as I could have been.
Anyway, here is what I have to share (keep in mind it is a first draft!):
The city was poorly lit at night; its streets covered in metropolitan debris and its downtown looking more industrial then financial. The dilapidated buildings stood as stone and steel sentinels, beckoning Midnight City's denizens to come out and play.
And housed deep within the belly of St. Benedict's Hospital was a very exhausted looking 19-year-old girl. She sat on her twin bed pulling at imaginary threads from her institution-issued pajamas as she waited for the night orderly to make his rounds. She would be given her nightly injection of thorozine and slip into a fitful sleep, as was her routine.
But once Anna was asleep another in her body would awaken, and he would not stay in her room on this night. The moon was out, laughing at the stars with its brightness, and it had been so very long since he basked in that lunar glow. A feral grin spread across the girl's pallid face as Doyle watched the orderly fall to the floor dead.
Yes, tonight would be a good night to play.
Not exactly riveting stuff, but it took me away from my alien planet for a bit, so I'm happy with it.
I love how descriptive you are! And the idea that she has some kind of "shadow self" that takes over when she's sleeping is brilliant. There is a bit of a gap between the first and second paragraph that I feel like you could add to. Maybe describe the feel & look of the hospital before introducing the girl? Love it savanna!
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