NaNoWriMo 2018 is almost over. November is dying, December is rapidly approaching. Work is chaos, family life is a little more turbulent than usual. And I’m not quite on target. I have 3 days left.
The story so far, has crashed a ship full of colonists, on the wrong planet, separated them and scattered them across an unknown land mass, killed a main character in a freak weather event… I think Fin will be fine, by the way, I like Fin.
The ship ripped a path across the forest, tearing up trees, sending birds flying in flocks, scattering everything in its wake. Rock melted and wood burned from the super heated metal, and the stink of burning flesh filled the smoke.
Torn apart and scorched, the ship creaked as it began to cool. Metal found new, twisted, shapes as it settled. Resting mostly on the lower decks, the dome was still on the top. Shattered and open to the new world, chickens and bees rose through the steam coming from the many holes.
There was no other sign of life outside the twisted wreck.
Inside, on the bridge, Fin slumped in the captain’s chair, blood oozing from her cheek. Eyes closed, still breathing, but her lungs wheezed painfully as she slowly came back to fuzzy awareness. She blinked.
88% complete for NaNoWriMo 2018. Only Three days remain until the deadline.