Terra wasn't going to do this...

[Terra]

I have no idea whether I'm going to continue this or not. I wasn't going to do NaNo this year, but I felt like writing something completely random. It's wonderful stress relief. Maybe I'll continue it, just for kicks. XD

This is how it starts:

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Pickles.
I needed pickles.
I needed them as soon as humanly possible.
I valiantly searched my pantry, refrigerator, and all other relevant areas of my kitchen, and I was angry to find that there were no pickles to be found.
So.
There was only one thing to be done.
I had to go on a quest.
A quest for pickles.

[Stephanie (swordlilly)]

LOL! That is awesome. You absolutely have to continue it. ;D

[Amneiger]

Clearly the pickles have been engaging in cannibalism, and the last one went mad and hid himself so that the other, non-existant-pickles-that-don't-exist-because-they-were-cannibalized won't find him.

[Terra]

Thanks, Yoyote! I would like to continue it, if I can - the question is just whether I can. ^_^; I'm already behind, and I'm only going to get more busy as the month goes on.

Amneiger - That's an interesting idea. XD

If anyone's curious, I posted the beginning of my NaNo on my LJ (wintermystery.livejournal.com), because it was just sitting there with nothing on it. XD; It's very random and strange, but that's how NaNos usually go.

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I arrived at the store just in time! I had five minutes to gather the pickles and go to the cash register before the store closed. I dashed from my car through the doors of the store, and I raced to the store’s pickle aisle (they have an entire aisle dedicated to pickles)...only to find that it was filled with pasta. Pasta. Of all the delicious foodstuffs in the world, they had to pick pasta? I was very upset and slightly offended.

I promptly walked up to the first grocery store staff member I saw - a girl who looked like she was about sixteen years old.

“Excuse me,” I said stiffly. “Are you aware of the astounding lack of pickles in this aisle?”

“...What are you talking about?” she said, puzzled.

“I came here looking for some pickles,” I said.

She stared at me blankly.

“Pick-les,” I said, pronouncing each syllable slowly and crisply.

“...What’s a pickle?” she asked, looking at me like I was insane.

My jaw dropped. I simply could not believe it. She was asking me what a pickle was.

“You...you don’t know what a pickle is?” I said weakly. “You don’t know what a pickle is. You don’t know what a pickle is. You don’t know what a pickle is...”

If she thought I was insane before, now she looked like she thought I was...well...more insane. I couldn’t understand it. How could she not know what a pickle was?”

“How can you not know what a pickle is?” I said.

“I’ve never heard the word before,” she said. “Sorry.”

And now for something completely different!

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“Why don’t you kill someone else for a change?” said Hayden.

Alayna rolled her eyes. “There are only several reasons for that. For one thing, if I kill anyone else, they’ll be dead forever, and I’ll be prosecuted and most likely thrown in jail. For another, why should I kill some random stranger on the street when I can torture you for eternity?”

“But why me?” Hayden whined.

“I should think it would be obvious,” said Alayna, drumming her fingers on the blade of her knife, “given what you did to me.”

“I didn’t do anything!” Hayden protested.

The knife twitched in Alayna’s hand.

“...Not on purpose!” said Hayden.

“You were colossally stupid,” said Alayna. “You didn’t even think about what the consequences would be?”

“Well, eternal life isn’t so horrible, really,” said Hayden.

Alayna hurled the knife at Hayden. It stuck in his chest, knocking him to the ground and piercing his heart.

“Don’t you realize? We’re going to be stuck like this forever! Until the earth is burned up by the sun! And we’ll survive that, because we can heal any injury, we don’t need food or water or oxygen, and we’ll just be stuck floating in space for eternity with only each other for company. I’d rather die, except now I don’t have the option, thanks to you.”

Hayden pulled the knife out of his chest and staggered to his feet. The wound sealed itself before their eyes.

“You tore my shirt,” he complained.

“Go buy another one,” said Alayna.

“I don’t have any money!” he said.

“Then steal one or something,” said Alayna. She snatched the knife from Hayden’s fingers. “Just go away, will you?”

“Fine,” he said, stalking off. “I don’t want to be around you, anyway.”

Alayna shook her head. “Whiny little brat.”

[be2aware]

I love the pickle story! Of course, the healers interest me more because that's my type of thing.

Awesome writing! You should write a novel.