YWP-NaNoWriMo

The forest gleamed in the evening glow. It had just stopped raining and the sun had finally broken through the gloomy sky. Sparrows glided through the branches. The air smelt of wet earth and decaying leaves. The kind of smell always associated with rain. A small butterfly danced through the dew laden grass. It alighted softly on a pale yellow flower and started drinking the sweet nectar. Suddenly, a small black cat jumped out from the bushes and pounced on the butterfly. There was a soft swishing noise, and the cat transformed into a girl. Laughing, she opened her cupped hands and let the disgruntled butterfly fly lopsidedly away. She jumpe

   Cody pushed the sweat from his brow into his hair and wiped his now wet hand on the left leg of his jumpsuit which he wore like trousers with the sleeves tied at his hips for a belt. The once-white tank top that was a part of his personal uniform was so covered in grease and oil and the sweat of his torso that his hand had learned not to try and remove sweat with it.    His eyes were focused on his project; his squint remained hidden behind the glass of his goggles. Having spent over three weeks working on the arms, he wasn’t about to attach them to the automatonic torso without his full attention. Not even the sparks that stung hi

Angel: Hey everyone! *Applause* Angel: As you guessed, it's time for another interview! Today, I'm here with Jason and Piper! *Cheering* Angel: So- Piper: Where in Hades did you get those shoes? Angel: um... Ran into your mom a while ago, and, well....shoes. Lots of shoes. Piper: *laughs* that's my mom for ya. Angel: Speaking of which, how is Aphrodite as a mom? Jason: Gods, that'd be terrible- Piper: Other than the constant obsession with fashion and boys and whatnot, I have to say she isn't all that bad. *Aphrodite appears out of nowhere* Aphrodite: Did someone say my name? Oh hello, Piper, sweetie! Piper: *groans* hi, mom. Angel: Nice of y

“There was something about the way he looked at her.” Shirley said, having returned to her friends’ restaurant table. Her invitation had been declined by the man sitting alone at the bar. He had told her his spouse was out on the dance floor, dancing with the children after standing up and allowing them a turn to choose a song. The first group of dancers had pushed one of the children out of the way, and his spouse wouldn't take that sitting down. Sure, Shirley had fooled around with married men before, but she didn't pursue the man at the bar any further than his initial answer. He had glanced out to the dance floor as he s