The Next October
Mia made her way down a familiar path to a world she had visited once before. In some ways it looked just as it did the year before: the buildings were still in the same places, though they, along with their plaques, had been scrubbed down after the recent shutdown and cleaning, the [...]

November thirtieth came, but it didn’t go without some very exciting news. Amy readied the purple trebuchet, sent the pawn flying toward Cole, and walked away. The pawn shattered on the floor. “That’s for you, Cole,” Amy yelled as she walked away with Keith.

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Three more days, the clock at Wrimo Hall said as Mia sat down to type. The yellow metal pencil, once sitting in her bag for the entire month, now sat next to her as a writing totem. Chris Baty mentioned this once. His was a golden viking helmet, and he even wore one while giving [...]

After a few more sentences, Mia looked around Wrimonia. Some Wrimos weren’t writing at all and in fact weren’t carrying writing implements, but instead were wandering around Wrimonia with purple bars and relieved looks on their faces. These Wrimos were celebrating with champagne and confetti. Others were sitting on eraser benches like Mia and were [...]

Missed Friday’s installment? Read Part Thirty-Three before continuing.
Everything was gone. Writer’s Block, Inner Editor, the black bubble that Writer’s Block had been blowing to surround them. Mia looked up. It was just like the day she was browsing the adoptable threads in the Plot Doctoring forums, except she didn’t get sucked into anything. She got [...]

The next day disaster struck. Amy and Keith, who were so present the day before despite their murder of an innocent woman, were nowhere to be found. Alaina, of course, was on an extended vacation. Unfortunately, other visitors did make their way to Mia, and some very familiar ones at that.
The once-ugly man unzipped his [...]

With Keladryie’s inspiration, Mia wrote twenty-five hundred words that day, putting her at 33,500 words. As day twenty-five began, she drank two cups of coffee before beginning to write and grabbed a chocolate bar as a reward for writing a paragraph. The math told her to write 2750 words per day to reach 50,000 words [...]

Wrimonia became more crowded over the next few days, but it wasn’t crowded enough to crash Wrimonia like it did over the last few days. More and more lime green bars appeared over people’s heads as Mia struggled to write her own novel, and more and more halos appeared. She looked at the nearest sign [...]

But the guilt still floated over her. Why? Mia thought to herself as she walked around Wrimonia in search of a place to confess her writerly sins. All I wanted was a way to increase my word count, and I resorted to that random thing that appeared in my novel. Those… busty lesbian cabbage pirate [...]

Mia took this as a lesson to back up her own novel, and she did back it up that night, sending it to her own email account and backing it up on a flash drive she had found in her bag earlier. Nothing would get between her and her novel, she told herself as she [...]