We're halfway through NaNoWriMo 2013, so here's a showcase of what our members have been writing about. We asked you to submit the paragraph you're most proud of writing so far:
Wendy L. Callahan - working title: There's No Place Like Home
"I was always there for you, with you.” Harmony gestured for her to turn her hand over, and traced her index finger along the lines of Cady’s palm. “You wanted so much to be like me back then, and it hurt to see you try and think you failed at the same magick I wielded. You never understood the differences between you and me."
Morgan Drake Eckstein - Burger Flipping Confessions
The fact that soldiers are government property was driven home to me during army boot camp. One of the guys in my squad broke his arm, and one of the drill sergeants, Master Sergeant Reese yelled at him for breaking government property. I realized at that point that the military is just a form of legalized slavery. Yes, I realize that I must be some type of yellow hearted liberal to think that—that the proper answer is that the people who enlist in the military are patriots with the highest interests of the country foremost in their mind. Perhaps, that is true of the other branches of the service, and perhaps things changed after the fall of the Twin Towers; but in the 1980s, I was a typical example of the type that joined the military—the type that saw putting one’s life on the line for a period of time as a way to escape the poverty of their childhood. Poor uneducated white boys, poor uneducated Hispanic boys, poor uneducated black boys—my entire unit was poor and uneducated, no matter what the color of our skin was. If they would have not joined the military, they would have been working flipping burgers for a living.