to celebrate national novel writing month (or the unfortunately nicknamed "NaNoWriMo") this year i will spare myself the white-hair-inducing effects of writing 50,000 words in the month of November by writing a story a day.
these stories will be of any length and veer into any territory i wish. the idea is for me to write one a day for every day of november. these will be first drafts with minimal editing.
if you are into any of it. please comment below! perhaps you can help me figure out if there's ANYthing in these stories worth adapting or polishing into something awesome.
story 20. the friend of my friend is not my friend (by jenny yang. saturday, november 23, 2013)
“i’m an essential oils kinda gal. it is just so, so good for you. oregano for a stuffy nose...eucalyptus oil for mental fatigue...peppermint oil for a tension headache...jasmine for a mood boost…oh i could go on…”
cara twirled herself into a huge plop in the middle of the quadruple pillow top bed. she chirped on like she was a cheerleader for aromatherapy. or some hippie dimension snow white who called in nature to do her work like the animals of the enchanted forest. the word “so” seems to be her favorite word.
it was bachelorette weekend for our mutual friend tracey and i got the luck of the room sharing draw.
“well i hope you don’t mind the scent of eucalyptus because i simply must have it everywhere i sleep. it just does not feel like home without it.” she started to dab her neck and spray into the bathroom.
“here’s the thing, cara.” i had to say something. “come.” i waved her over to sit down facing me in the narrow aisle between our beds....