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Post by Nova on Oct 2, 2013 0:38:01 GMT -5
Twenty year old Derek Hilton has always wanted to travel. He and his twin brother, Hayden, have always talked about trekking across the globe together. They made plans to go backpacking through London, Spain, Belgium, Italy and New Zealand. It was a year before they intended to leave on their two year journey when tragedy struck.
It was the wrong place at the wrong time. Hayden was driving home from work late at night when he didn't see the train passing on the railway tracks. The vehicle smashed into the carr and he died on impact. Without his best friend, brother, and ally, Derek prepares to embark on their shared dream -- by himself.
With support from friends and family, Derek faces the daunting task of starting a new life without the one closest to him. He knows he's looking for something, but if he will ever be able to find it is a thought that haunts his nightmares.
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ooOoooOOoh! This idea just hit me and I love it. I'll be inputting some of my own experiences (as in, all those places I either really want to go to or in NZ's case, been there), from my travel experience etc, but most of it will be fictional. And I like how it's vague enough where even I don't know where it will go.. I got some ideas for a prologue and stuff but oh man this is exciting stuff here. We shall see! (Might change the title and some other basic things but for now, oooooh)
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Post by Nova on Oct 7, 2013 19:55:08 GMT -5
Original Post: Wheee! It's that time of year! =D Every year I want to do this, come up with an idea and November 1st write like, 1,000 words or none at all and it's an epic fail after 3 days. This year I want to change that. I don't have -that- much going on. Busiest I will be will be having a full time job and that's it, except usual birthday stuff (which I love XD)so I'm really hoping I can do this. Or at the very least, beat my pitiful 5k record. I don't know what I'll write about yet - I don't want to get mentally involved and then lose steam after a month of not being able to write - but I know there will be some major death, possibly a murder and oh gosh who knows! Stay tuned. =D |
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Post by Ginz ❤ on Oct 7, 2013 19:58:20 GMT -5
Sounds awesome! =D
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Post by M is for Morphine on Oct 20, 2013 18:02:41 GMT -5
Stories about twins where one of them dies really mess me up, haha. Being a twin and all (Lookin' at you, Harry Potter).
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Post by Nova on Nov 1, 2013 21:22:05 GMT -5
Day 1: 1,819 words.
Pretty good =D Considering when I came home from work I considered not doing it. But I knew I wanted to, and I'm going to work hard on it on my days off. So! Day 1 was the prologue before the impending death which shatters things. Basically wanted to get the reader to like him and then muahahha, he's dead, only now I like him and I don't want to kill him. D: Oh well, the show must go on!
..That is so morbid.
Anyway, excited, even though most of today was just crap writing/dialogue. I was pressured for time so I just went away with it and didn't care too much. This isn't going to be well written so probably not many excerpts here, but might get one soonish.
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Post by Nova on Nov 2, 2013 22:13:06 GMT -5
Day 2: 4,115 At this rate, tomorrow I'll beat my all time record XD Whoo! Even if that's all I get, I'm proud of myself for just that. Trying to get in a little bit of a buffer in while I can in case this week i do not feel like writing XD Um, here, excerpt! With a couple sentences taken out:
"What was your relationship with Hayden like?" inquired Mr. Collins.
"We were... we were inseparable. We're identical twins, I came out three minutes before he did. So I would always hold that over him. I was a bit quieter, he was louder. He would scream and yell and I would talk softly. He loved to play football, so we'd play a lot. He'd talk about girls, then after I came out to him I would talk about boys. We shared a room, so we were open books with each other. Anything we shouldn't have done we'd share and laugh if we got away with it, or would cover up for each other. Mainly I would cover up for him.
"He was always so accepting of me, he'd ask me questions about me being gay or whatever, but he wasn't judgemental. He was willing to learn. He found it odd, mostly, since he's strictly attracted to women so being attracted to a man is weird for him. We'd share everything. We both love peanut butter and oreos, hazelnut chocolate bars and stuff, so when we'd get some we'd share.
"His laugh would make me laugh. He... he would always tackle me to the ground, wherever we were in the house. When... I got a guitar, he was more excited than me, and he got like Hot Wheels or something cheap like that. He'd always want the best for me. He'd laugh... I'd laugh... everybody loved him. But I loved him the most."
"What's been the hardest thing for you since he died?"
He squirmed a little. He died. Does everyone have to keep reminding him? Those two words were poison in his ears. He knows he's gone, deep down. But he doesn't want to hear it, not now, not ever.
d'aww. That was fun to write though. |
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Post by Ginz ❤ on Nov 2, 2013 22:20:54 GMT -5
;____; </3
You're doing so great! GO NOVA! =D
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