Yes, you read that correctly. I wanted to do something to show solidarity with my NaNoWriMo friends, so I invented “NaNoWriMi.” You see how much of a novel you can write in a minute (hence the “Mi”), and then you abandon it forever. 1, 2, 3, go…

My "Novel Zero" was this:

Last Moon at Aggathor
by Mike Selinker
Today I am a man, thought Redclaw. I can give up enough of myself to make the change, day or night. The greater acommplishemnt is retaining enough of myself to change back.

Yes, that's how I spelled "accomplishment." You think I'm wasting precious seconds on spellchecking? I've concluded that the rule "You can finish your last sentence, but for God's sakes, be quick about it" may need to exist, but most people seem to get somewhere with 60 seconds from conception to (a sort of) conclusion.

Anyway, it's kinda taken off on my Facebook page ("novels" by Jason Bulmahn, Owen Stephens, Miranda Horner, and more), so I figured folks here might like in. I'll probably collect them somewhere afterward. Anybody want to climb on board the NaNoWriMi Express?

Mike

I wrote a new one just for the Paizo boards.. here it is. Enjoy.

The ship was traveling at mark 7, well above its optimal cruising speed. The deck plates creaked, and the engines were beginning to make an ominious rumble. None of that mattered though. The Zeus class heavy destroyer had to make it to Tau Antaris system within the next 4 hours or 17.2 billion people were going to die.

Insert Title Here, by Gary Teter

"That's not a book, that's a lecture," she said. "I can't tell you how important this thing is to me -- they're out there, they know it, and they're coming to get us." Then the walls fell, but it wasn't like that at all. Dust everywhere. Books a-kilter. The end was at hand. She wrote, and then was done. With four seconds to spare.

OK, I admit I thought of the title before the minute started.

OK, I admit I thought of the title before the minute started.

Whodunnit?
Detective Dudley puffed on his pipe as lightning crashed outside. He regarded the group sitting in the parlor and said, "One of you is the murderer! Is it Prof. Pumpernickel? Miss Crimson? Or perhaps Dr. Knowbody? Judging by the evidence we have, that murderer is..."
(Seconds to spare)

Whodunnit?
Detective Dudley puffed on his pipe as lightning crashed outside. He regarded the group sitting in the parlor and said, "One of you is the murderer! Is it Prof. Pumpernickel? Miss Crimson? Or perhaps Dr. Knowbody? Judging by the evidence we have, that murderer is..."
(Seconds to spare)

Dawn in the AP's Office
by Reggie

They'll be here any minute, he thought wearily. The hot weather won't keep them out this time, the little buggers. What can I do? Then it hit him in a flash.

Close the place down! Even the staff'll be happy then!

Callous Jack wrote:

Whodunnit?
Detective Dudley puffed on his pipe as lightning crashed outside. He regarded the group sitting in the parlor and said, "One of you is the murderer! Is it Prof. Pumpernickel? Miss Crimson? Or perhaps Dr. Knowbody? Judging by the evidence we have, that murderer is..."
(Seconds to spare)

Seconds to spare? Then you easily could have told us who the murderer was! That's just mean.

Aramon looked away as the sun went nova. His ship was fast enough to outrun the blast-wave, but he knew he wouldn't be returning to the Eronax Imperium any time soon. Some people were just too picky about their suns, regardless of how many they had.

"My Life: An Autobiography"
by Cosmo Eisele

I never learned to type very fas

Rob, that's a fine bit of science-fiction.
Reggie, that's a fine bit of horror.
Cosmo, that's enough out of you.

Well, what had started out as a miserable day had brightened considerably, Par Obenka reflected. The weather 'droids had managed to clear the sleet out of the air, and the magni-rails were finally running on schedule, after all the endless issues with the Imperial troopers hassling the natives. He instructed the railcar to drop him off at his office, where he was scheduled to meet with his superiors about a lucrative off-planet report.

It was, all told, the best day in Par Obenka's life.

And then he looked up, puzzled. "Alderaan doesn't have a moon," he muttered.

Opportunity Lost

by Ashavan Doyon

Pain exploded through me at the thought. It started in the temples, beating like drumbeats hard upon my flesh. Then it jolted inwards, inflaming the inner layers of my brain like that stupid egg they used to tell you would be your brain if you did drugs. Funny, didn't need drugs to make that happen.

All very fine novels, guys.

The Foot Path
by Tensor

I woke up hungry for Taco Bell. Sleepily, I rose to my feet. My shoes… hmm, somewhere. A thought hit me. The dark ones may be waiting. Images of dark wings, and white fangs came to my mind. “f~#@ it,” I said out loud. I want some tacos.

Slipping into my shoes, I quietly push open the door. A warm wind, for a November day, brushes past me. Leaves in the parking lot chase each other in circles. I start walking.

Tensor, you have made the greatest thing to ever use the words "Taco Bell."

Against the Wind
The 8th Dwarf.

The ship swung about sails limp against the wind, Fire shouted commander Ableyard. Grapeshot store white hot through the air. The men on deck of the La Victore we torn to bloody shreds.

Against the Wind
The 8th Dwarf.

The ship swung about sails limp against the wind, Fire shouted commander Ableyard. Grapeshot store white hot through the air. The men on deck of the La Victore we torn to bloody shreds.

So badly want and need to edit.............

Argh the grammar the grammar....

So badly want and need to edit.............

Story by Dale C. McCoy, Jr.

The clash of swords rang out across the courtyard. All those looking down from the tower saw the valor of their fighting men and women, but it became quickly obvious that their forces were woefully outnumbered.

Rocksalt
The 8th Dwarf

The pumpkin crashed through the window showering the room in glass.
"Happy Halloween freaks" an acne faced teenage voice rang out.

Thomo grabbed his shotgun he had loaded with rocksalt. The roar of both barrels silenced the

Dreams of Service
By M.D. Burnett

Logging into her computer, setting herself into a standby mode, she waited. In just a moment, the phone would ring and she would have to turn on. In the meantime, she could dream of being a real girl.

Might I say that this is an AWESOME thread. Thanks for starting it!

"My throne!"
"No, mine!"
"Mine!"
Stab. Bleed. (slightly more slowly). "No, mine. See."
"Ha!" (gurgling) “Look behind you."
"Ha. No."
"Seriously."
(stamping noises. Sounds of bones breaking).
"Right. Bet there's nothing there."
(pause).
"Oh. b&*%**#s."

Was supposed to be The Adamantine Palace in sixty seconds but on reflection reads more like Hamlet. Hey ho.

Birth of Anger
by Fake Healer

He was a man forged out of pain, beaten all his life, and sold into slavery to the Magic Man. One day he would bury a blade in the Man and steal his magic, never to be beaten again....

Adventure Story 1:

Dry air is a form of poison. Life adapted to it always looks harsh with fringes of violence. Johnny moved across the moistureless land scape.

(I am cheating here a bit. :) )

For Sale
by Anonymous

The man slowly typed out the ad he would pay to have placed in the classifieds section of the local newspaper:

"For sale: baby shoes, barely used."