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Loucura de Novembro | November Madness

Ora então, um pequeno update: decidi tentar novamente o NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), depois de o ano passado ter fugido dele a 7 pés e em 2014 ter chegado apenas às 3000 palavras.

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Para ajudar à festa, incentivada pela minha amiga Rita (do blog From Pemberley to Milton, espreitem!), decidi que este ano vou arriscar numa coisa que nunca fiz: Fan Fiction. [bem, se calhar fiz nos tempos áureos da adolescência, criando estórias sobre os meus ídolos musicais e heartbreakers da altura, os BackStreet Boys – que por acaso parece que estão a fazer um comeback este ano, sabiam? Coincidências espantosas!]

Ora tendo estes dados presentes, não vos será surpreendente a revelação que a minha proposta para este NaNoWriMo, em Fan Fiction, seja com base no clássico de Jane Austen, “Orgulho e Preconceito”. Se quiserem saber um bocadinho mais do que se tratará, podem ver na página: da minha novel deste ano.

Partilho com vocês esta loucura, pois sei que assim assumo um compromisso público e sinto-me mais “obrigada” a cumprir! 😀 Ajudem-me a conquistar este objectivo!

Well then, a small update: I have decided to try again doing NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), fter having fled from it like the devil from the cross last year and having only reached 3000 words in 2014.

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To help this party, with incentive from my friend Rita (@ the From Pemberley to Milton blog, have a look there!), I decided that I was going to venture into something I have never done before: Fan Fiction. [well, I may have donesome of that during my teenage golden days, making up stories about my music idols and hearbreaker, the BackStreet Boys – who apparently are making a big comeback this year, did you know? Amazing coincidences!]

Now then, having all this data in mind, it should not surprise you when I reveal that my proposition for this NaNoWriMo, in the Fan Fiction category, is based on Jane Austen‘s classic, ‘Pride and Prejudice’. If you want to know some more about what it will be, you can check the page for my 2016 novel. (and yes, I will be writing in English, which is an added challenge for a non-native, especially because it should not be contemporary English to be historically accurate).

I am sharingthis madness with you because I knowthat taking on this project in a public manner I will feel more “forced” to comply!:D Help me conquer this objective!

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The Crest of Snow and Copper – XXI

** Warning *** Mature content ahead *** My “sort of” erotic piece ***
I’ll be posting this short story in a few installments, weekly. Would love to have your feedback on it, pretty please?
Part 21:

There was a tingling at her lower back, almost like a slight burning. It hurt a bit, too. Still her curiosity about what he was going to say surpassed the pain.

– I’m sorry if I’m hurting you, but… – He started off again, but she had something she had to say before he proceeded.

– Amo-te. – The woman said, firmly and with certainty, causing him to look her straight in the eye.

He was, quite obviously, rendered speechless. Even though he could not speak the language, he knew as much as to understand she had just said she loved him. The fact that she did so in her native tongue only made it in a way more special and, definitely, more serious. Her eyes reassured the young man that she didn’t expect a response of any kind from him, she simply had to say it and that was that.

The same way he was apparently struggling to express something his own way, she had gone by instinct and mouthed the words on her mind uncensored. He also knew she might come to regret having so rashly said those words, maybe even sooner than either expected. She was probably regretting it right now, but it was her own conscience which had to deal with it.

Still tracing a strange pattern on her lower back, he seemed a bit far away in thought as she observed him. The girl felt that slight burning come to a halt the exact moment his hand moved to rest at her hip, but the area kept the tingling feeling it had started off with. She had no doubt now that there was some kind of spell-crafting imbued in the movement of his fingers on her back. What had he done to her?

– It is done, now. – He said, in a deep thought kind of tone, startling her. – My mark is on your back, even though most people will not be able to see it.

– What?! – She asked, confused and appalled with his words, a little anger showing through. – Ah, so that’s how you roll, heh? You fuck a girl and then you brand the girl like cattle?

The Crest of Snow and Copper – XX

** Warning *** Mature content ahead *** My “sort of” erotic piece ***
I’ll be posting this short story in a few installments, weekly. Woukd love to have your feedback on it, pretty please?
Part 20:

Suddenly stopping the reckless rocking movement of both bodies, they knew they had reached ecstasy as if their beings were only one. Frames frozen in place, rigid, holding their breath under tightly shut eyes. One final thrust was like the epilogue of their encounter, neither willing to leave the other’s closeness and warmth.

How long had it been since the two of them had been standing in her bedroom, facing each other before that first kiss? It seemed as time was standing still since then.

Dropping heavily on to the bed, hugging each other, they struggled to calm racing hearts and regain control of their breathing. Once again, an unexpected sweet action from him, as the young man pulled the bed covers over their naked and exhausted bodies. Black silk sheets and a red cashmere blanket, the young woman now noticed. Was this his bedroom? It could only be, she decided; it felt just like he felt against her skin: warm, strong, mysterious, exotic and slightly rough around the edges. And a bit erotic.

She rolled on her back, snuggling against him and resting her head on his chest. His heart pounded in her ears, mixing with the sound of her own. As the girl so did, his arm reached to cradle her while his hand caressed her hair. Such caring from him was somehow weird, since he was not prone to displays of affection, but she liked it. Her hand drew shapes across his chest, absentmindedly. There was no obvious need for words as they lay there; still dwelling on the rush of sensations they had shared. Even so, he spoke, breaking the silence that layered the atmosphere.

– I want to give you something. – He said, eyes fixed on the top of her head, as his hand traced her body down to the small of her back.

The girl moved to face him, resting her chin on his chest, looking at the boy with curiosity.