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Colleen Thomas said:
Okay, I'm over ten K words, time to get some food :)
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OK, someone get over there and remove her power unit for the night will you? Or reprogramme her 'active speed chip' ?? Hmmmm??

Give the others a chance to at least try and catch up.

Sheesh.

:rolleyes:
 
Quit boasting, you're making me feel lazy!

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OK, since the link acted all weird on me... here's my excerpt:

”I’m tellin’ ya… (hic!) this dragon racing is no biggie!”

“What are ya sayin’, boy?”

“I’m sayin’..! (Burp...) That I can take on all of ‘em fancy noblemen! There’s like NO better dragon tamer than me (hic!) on this side of the Blue Mountains!”

A loud laughter filled the hot, smoky room. The young boy waved his tankard enthusiastically in front of the nose of the man he was adressing.

“Ya don’t believe me?” he said, with the loud voice of a drunk man. “I’ll have you know, misser, that I’ve been tamin’ animals ever since I was, like, a (hic!) lil’ boy! There’s, like, NO better animal tamer than Rye Bennet, ya hear?”

“Tamin’ chicken in a henhouse is easy,” said the old man, grinning. “Tamin’ a fire-breathin, man-eatin’, 3.000-kilos-weighin’ beast of muscles’ quite another thing!”

“Not fer me, it ain’t!” said the boy, and had another mouthful of mead.

“If yer so great, how come you’re not racin’?”

The boy pulled a hand through the long, dirty blonde hair, and grinned sheepishly.

“Eeh, ya know... one needs a dragon fer that!” he said, and leaned against the bar. “And them lords and ladies... they don’t recognize pure talent when they see it. They prefer an expi... expri... a wizard who’s been around long! (Hic!) They don’t see that TALENT!” – he slapped his chest with his hand – “is much more important than old sussec... scussex... successescuess stories! And then ol’ wizards... they don’t want any young blood – they, like, work against me! That’s what they’re doin’!”

“OK, windbag, if yer so sure yer such a great animal tamer, whaddaya say to a lil’ bet here?”

The boy finished his mead and slammed the tankard down on the bar.

“Sure!” he said. “What kind of bet?”

“The taverner has a cat, a big ol’ tabby. Now, if ya can make that cat walk on its hind legs... why, then I’ll buy ya another fill of that mead!”

“Yer on!” the boy grinned.

“But if ya loose, YER buyin’!”

“Ain’t gonna happen’!” said the boy. “Where’s that lil’ pussycat?”

The taverner, who didn’t mind his guests coming up with silly bets that made them buy lots of mead, went into the kitchen and came back with a fat, old, marmelade-coloured cat. He put it on the bar in front of the drunk boy, who put a hand under the animal’s chin and forced its head up. The cat glared at him with its lazy, yellow eyes. Then it suddenly tensed up, its eyes widened, the pupils narrowed until they seemed to have disappeared, and the irises seemed to shift to a green shade. The boy’s mouth curved slightly at a side. He removed his hand and let it slowly fall to his side. The fat cat rose on its hind legs and staggered clumsily over the bar, walked heavily on its hind legs. The boy squinted, and the cat slowly sat down, purring loudly enough for all to hear. The room was quiet but for the sound of the cat. Everyone’s eyes were fixed on the boy and the cat. A man in the dark corner of the room, invisible behind the backs of all the others, grinned a toothless grin, and made a gesture with his hand. Suddenly, the cat began to shift its shape. It grew to ten times its normal size, the fur darkened to deep red with black stripes, and its teeth sprouted fangs, the length of a man’s hand. The purring deepened to a growl, like that from an underworld’s predatory beast.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!”

The boy ran for the door, and the giant feline leaped to the floor and chased after him. The taverner and his guests ran out of the little tavern to see what was going to happen. The full moon lit up the dark night, enough to let them watch a swift, dark shadow chase a screaming figure down a slope and through a hedge of thornbushes. The wild run ended with a loud SPLASH!, suggesting that the boy had jumped into the river to escape the sabre-toothed monster, who now paced the riverbank, growling with disappointment. The crowd of drunkards gathered around, laughing heartily. Someone transformed the beast back to its normal size and shape, and it fled into the bushes to get away from mankind’s sadistic sense of humour.

“Ya better go back home to yer mother, dragon tamer!”

“Help me!” shouted the boy. “I can’t swim!”

“Why don’t ya tame the fish, then?”

“Come, lads! This joke calls fer another drink!”

The crowd made its way back to the tavern, laughing, Only a servant girl stayed behind.

“Help me!” gasped the boy. “For the love of everything sacred, help me!”

“Relax,” said the girl impatiently. “It’s not very deep.”

The boy put his feet down and discovered that she was right. The water only reached to his chest. Relieved and somewhat embarrassed, he waded into shore.

“Come with me,” said the girl.

She led him up to the barn, opened the door, and gestured for him to go inside.

“Go in there and take your clothes off!” she said.

“Yer kiddin’!” said the boy. “Look, girlie, normally I’d love to roll in the hay with a gal, but not now! I’m wet an’ cold an’ tired...”

“I’m not going in there with you, you drunken little waste of flesh!” said the girl, indignified. “I’m offering you the only place around here where you may sleep through the night without waking up with a pneumonia!”

“Huh?” said the boy.

“Go in there, take off your wet clothes, and hand them to me,” she said. “You can crawl into the hay to keep warm tonight. I’ll make sure your clothes are dry for tomorrow.”

“There’s no rats in there, is there?” said the boy, and wrinkled his nose.

“No,” said the girl, with a wicked little smile. “The cat ate them all.”

The boy shuddered at the thought of the cat and the fangs of the beast it had turned into. He walked into the barn, undressed in the shield of darkness, and handed the wet clothes to the girl through the door. As she closed the door and fastened the rope to keep it closed, she heard him rustle through the hay to make himself a bed.
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NAGIN

I'm hesitating here before I've begun. I want to tell you this tale, some may find it offensive or macabre but we are all adults here, or should be, though I'm sure there are a few peeping at the naughty stories who will be 'underage', whatever that means, and others will be furtively finding the titillation they need to spice up a conventional life, not through any real fault of their own, just that their sexual life hasn't lived up to their expectations so they choose to seek a sexual reality through fiction and that is fine by me, I hope I can add to your pleasure though I suspect you might find this tale to be more frightening than thrilling. You were not there, so you really cannot expect to experience what I felt. It was more than sexual and that is going to be difficult to explain, I was in real danger, I could have lost everything, my son, my husband - he would have flipped and no one would have blamed him - and my life. Yes! I could have lost my life. I'm not joking when I say I was in mortal danger. And it wasn't as if I'd not been warned, Mya urged me to be careful of Nagin. Mya said Nagin would seek me out and put me to the test. Well I survived, and I tell you, those nights when Nagin lay with me were the most intense I have ever experienced. There was sex, but not in the way you might imagine. It was more akin to the sensation of the discovery of my own sexuality, when I first began to understand my body and experiment with the ways I could give myself pleasure. You remember the intensity of those first explorations, the touching, smelling the secretions on your fingers, surreptitiously touching the moisture to the tongue ears straining for Mothers footsteps on the stairs. Being naughty because that is how we were taught, that it was naughty to touch yourself down there, but we did it anyway, just for the thrill, just for the pleasure, just to be naughty. We were growing up. And it wasn't until later, at University, that I lay with a boy and surrendered my body to his, let my body be penetrated, felt him flow hot between my legs and told myself this is love, this is pleasure, but it wasn't the same. Once the illicit nature of the act became commonplace, sex, fucking if you like, became routine. Until Rob my husband came along, I quite honestly preferred the pleasure from my own fingers. Rob changed all that and if I feel any guilt at all for what happened between Nagin and me then I feel guilt for having gone behind Rob's back. I can't tell him, I don't think he could ever understand why I allowed Nagin to lay with me. It was a battle of wills, I gave Nagin what she wanted - oh yes, Nagin is female - and in return, Nagin spared the life of my son.

Enough! I'm in danger of running ahead of myself. I need to tell you about my breasts, they are the beginning and the end to this story. We can speak of breasts here, no one will be embarrassed, though again I'm hesitating, I don't want to lead you on. You must not think this entirely about sex, though you may choose to read it that way. This is a story about love and how we will do anything to protect the one we love.

**********

I never intended to write this but the story triggered off something I heard on the radio this morning and it's too hot for me not to write it.
 
hey people....somewhere, someone posted a link for an interactive NaNo desktop, but now I can't find it?


HELP?
 
Thanks Entitled :)
I got it, but it doesn't work :(

Won't let me time my writing..which is what I really wanted to do
 
Aliyahlovinsex said:
Thanks Entitled :)
I got it, but it doesn't work :(

Won't let me time my writing..which is what I really wanted to do
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It doesn't work for me either. It just shows up as a little box with no borders, I can't maximize it and I can't see anything but the top left corner of the calendar.
 
Aliyahlovinsex said:
Thanks Entitled :)
I got it, but it doesn't work :(

Won't let me time my writing..which is what I really wanted to do
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I followed the instructions on the link Cloudy gave, but when it came to clicking the "Web" Tab, I realized there was no web tab (everything else worked fine up to that point). I do have XP, although in German. Does anyone know if I can still get it some other way, or what's wrong?
 
CrimsonMaiden said:
It doesn't work for me either. It just shows up as a little box with no borders, I can't maximize it and I can't see anything but the top left corner of the calendar.
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Crim, make sure that you don't have your desktop "locked."

Once it's not locked, the buttons to maximize, minimize, etc. will appear in the upper right corner, and you can maximize it (I had the same problem).
 
cloudy said:
Crim, make sure that you don't have your desktop "locked."

Once it's not locked, the buttons to maximize, minimize, etc. will appear in the upper right corner, and you can maximize it (I had the same problem).
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Thanks sweets! That worked. :kiss:
 
I wish there was someway to flag or highlight a post, in case you want to find something later in a long long thread such as this.
 
Dang it. I can't find that character sheet that svenska posted. I saved it somewhere on my dang computer, but I can't find it now.

I didn't want to ask, but I've been searching forever.

Anyone think we could have a no post, temporary sticky thread for charts and helpful stuff like that?
 
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