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NaNoWriMo 2021 by G.H.J. Pemberbrook

Pendler Chandler Walden was the world's greatest author, who just had his new book, An Explication of Malice, go to #1 on the New York Times bestsellers. To celebrate, he decided to drive out to his cabin in the woods and drink a nice fifth of whiskey, as he liked to do. He had written most of his acclaimed novels at the cabin. It was the only place he could write. Well, not quite. There was one other place. The Hollyhook Cafe, where the waitress—Penelope—who was also his biggest fan—worked. Penelope was always looking out for the great and famous author, asking him about his work and giving him free coffee refills.

When his new book went to #1, she was possibly even more excited than he was. And when he told Penelope his plan to celebrate with a bottle of whiskey at his cabin, she expressed a lot of concern. After all, the roads were less safe these days. Ever since that comet caused cars and trucks to become sentient, the roads could be perilous for human travelers.

"The cabin?" said Penelope. "Just be careful—you know how the roads can be these days. Ever since the comet."

"Yes, the comet," said Pendler Chandler Walden pensively. "I don't quite understand why it made those trucks come alive. I saw them explain it on the news but they didn't spend much time on it. Everyone just kind of accepts it now but. It happened very quickly."

"Yeah anyway, I hope your whiskey tastes good and you have fun," she said.

"Uh huh," he said, and he lit a cigarette indoors even though it has been illegal in New York City for like 20 years. But she let him get away with stuff like that because he was a tortured and mysterious author—like all authors are. Writing was REALLY hard work, and an indoor cigarette was mental health. The NYC health department had fined the diner MANY times for Pendler Chandler Walden's behavior, but since Penelope was just a poor and lowly waitess, and not the owner, she didn't care.

Anyway, imagine we're back on the highway with Pendler Chandler Walden as he drives to his cabin. The whiskey is in the passenger seat, wearing a seatbelt.

"I could live with myself if one of those son of a bitch trucks runs me off the road into a ditch," said the famous author. "But I could NEVER live it down if that whiskey bottle goes flying through the windshield and shatters all over the pavement. I've seen it happen too many DAMN times. A good whiskey bottle that ain't done nothin' wrong to nobody in this world, shattered before it was his time to go."

Just then, a crazy truck started driving down the road in the wrong direction. By the way, it was wintertime, and there was snow falling all over the place. Pendler Chandler Walden is wearing his coat and mittens and a winter hat. If you were imagining him dressed for a different kind of weather, I am truly sorry.

The renegade truck smashed right into the author's car, pushing it off the road and spinning it everywhere until it landed upside down in a ditch in the snow. In the choas, Pendler Chandler Walden had grabbed for the whiskey bottle, saving it before it hit the windshield. With his last strength, he chugged the entire fifth and then passed out…

He awoke in a strange bed. It was daytime. Who could say how long it had been. He sat awake for an hour or two in this strange cabin, until he saw a truck pull up to the outside window.

"HONK HONK HONK!" It said, opening the window. "I'm just fucking with you. I know how to talk in English. My name is Isabella the truck. I became sentient when that comet flew by the other day. Since then, I've been reading all of your books."

"You've been reading all my books? A truck?"

"Yeah. I went to the New York Times bestsellers list and went 'Whats #1 right now?' And then I read all your books cause they've got to be the best if they're #1."

"Well thank you," said Pendler Chandler Walden. "But I didn't know trucks could read."

"We can since the comet," said Isabella the truck. "Anyway. Just relax there. I'll take care of you until you recover from your wounds. You have big tire marks all over your body from that mean truck who ran you over. I'm a nice truck though who will help you."

"OK," said the esteemed wordsmith whose penmanship by the way is also beyond reproach. "I guess I'll just lie here and think about ideas for my next book."

"Your next book?" said Isabella. "Wow. I'd like to read an excerpt when you've got one."

"OK," said the famous author who was still presently #1 on the NYT.

After a week of bedrest, the author had finished his book excerpt and was feeling better. He thought he was good enough to get going. But Isabella the truck insisted he was not well enough to leave. What's more, she had read his new book part, and was not happy about it.

"How come you don't write any protagonists who are trucks?" she asked.

"I guess I never thought about it. It's just not a perspective I'm familiar with I guess."

"Well in this new book, the main villain is a truck. And he runs over the author protagonist!" she said. "That is extremely biased against trucks, and completely unrealistic. And it will create an anti-truck backlash in the human community."

"It's based on something that really happened to me," the author said. "But I'll keep your critiques in mind."

The next day, the author was waiting in bed and getting hungry. Normally, Isabella brought him meals through the window. But on this day, suddently, she smashed through the bedroom wall holding a bowl of soup in her truck hands.

"Lunch is served!" she said.

"Holy shit!" said the author. "You just destroyed the wall of your own home. I was wondering why a truck lives in a normal sized human cabin."

"Yeah. I don't really fit in here. I mostly hang out outside so I don't ruin the house. But today I wanted to make you some soup in the kitchen, and I had to smash through all the walls to do it.

"Damn Isabella the truck you are crazy! I want to get out of here now!"

"I'm afraid I cannot allow that," she said with an evil grin on her truck face.

"OK well. Damn. I wish I brought my gun with me. Or whatever is usually used to kill a truck."

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NaNoWriMo 2021 by Colin Nightwood

Johan returns from New York City to his home town of Thousand Islands New york to run his fathers boat rental shop while he recovers from surgery. He's enjoying a break from the hustle and bustle of the big city, but things soon become even more exciting when he runs into his childhood crush, Felicia Conway. The two begin a whirlwind romance that soon turns cold when Felicia reveals to Johan that she has the worst cancer in the world.

"The fog was spreading across the water as the sun began to rise, it was morning. Johan pushed through the screen door with his cup of coffee to look out upon the fog as it spread its tendrils over the drink. He could feel her standing behind him.

"You don't see mornings like this in the city." he said.

Felicia, wrapped in a blanket comes up behind him and wraps her arms around his torso. "That's because you don't even have time for morning there."

He chuckles. "You're not wrong. You know, this is the Thousand Islands, but with all those cold buildings and lonely people in New York City, you could almost call that the Million Islands. Sometimes I wonder why I ever left this place."

"You're not the only one who wonders that." Felicia replies. Her voice sounding dejected.

He takes her in his arms and kisses her auburn hair, which smells like the morning. "I'm here now." he assures her.

"But for how long?"

"As long as it takes."

"Just because I'm sick."

"Because you're alive. Even if I caught the cancer from you I wouldn't leave."

Felicia wipes the hot tears from her cheeks. "But what about your dad?"

Johan looks out over the cool water in the morning sun.

"My dad will be fine, me being here right now is the best thing I can do for him. Besides, they found that body up stream last month. I'm not leaving you."

Felicia kisses Johan on the lips with a kiss and smiles. "You want another cup of coffee?"

"Yeah." He replies, also smiling. "

The Manitoba Lineage

Chapter 1: Sex Ass

                He grabbed her big ass with his cool hand. It felt good because his hand felt super dope. He could tell just from the firmness and smoothness of her ass that her boobs must feel good too.

                “Can I touch your boobs?” He asked.

                “Yes,” she said, seductively. She had olive skin and some other features. “There’s more where that came from, too.”

                “Oh yeah?” He said, smiling, “Like what?”

                “My pussy,” she said.

                “Damn,” he said.

                As he grabbed her boobs, they felt cool and big.

                “Enough foreplay,” he said, smiling, “I’m ready to fuck fuck fuck.”

                He grabbed her ass and spun her around in the air like she was pizza dough, but fuckable. He grabbed his dick backwards, like it was a knife in a knife fight in a movie. It looked cool and his penis was huge, which was cool. Because he worked so hard as a JOB that he deserved to have a big swinging piece, flopping around, spraying pheromones everywhere and making jaws drop. He put her on the bed and placed her pussy in front of him and then he started fucking it!

                “Holy shit!” he yelled.

                “Oh my God! This is amazing! You’re my first man ever!” She said.

                “I know,” he said, smiling. He was wearing sunglasses.

                Her two big boobs looked like mountains bouncing around as he fucked her. He was good at fucking and he could do it every single way. He smiled as she made the O face; that could mean only one thing.

                “You- you are fucking my G-spot!” she said, throwing her hair back, going crazy and yelling. She was having an orgasm and that meant her pussy was doing crazy things to his penis, which was huge by the way.

                “Now that that bull shit is out of the way, I can focus on making myself cum!”

                “Let me try!” She said.

                She pushed the guy on his back and starting riding his big dick like it was a damn roller coaster. It was his turn to make cool faces as he writhed back and forth in ecstasy.

                “I want to suck on your boobs!” He yelled, and then he started sucking on her boobs. She started cumming again because of him sucking on her boobs. Then he grabbed her ass and flipped it around and started blasting her doggy style. At this point, neither one was thinking about anything. They were nothing but pleasure switches flipped on, determined to suck every last ounce of cum and squirt out of each other like a couple of vacuum pumps. She paused a moment to take a deep look into my eyes.

                “Aren’t you worried about your CONFLICT?” She said.

                He ignored her and started fucking her really hard in a crazy European way. He didn’t want to think about the CONFLICT. He wanted to think about a world full of big, nude asses, spread and waiting to get fucked and filled with his cream. This was a world he was a master of. This was a world that he understood. The world of women’s bodies, of infinite gyrating asses ready for him to make them cum, that was the world that he lived in. When he wasn’t busy being a JOB.

                “Enough talk,” he said, while fucking her pussy, “It’s time to fuck pussy.”

                “Yeah?” She said, “Well stop talking, and start fucking.”

                “I am,” he said.

                “I know,” she said.

                She’s playing with my stuff, he thought. I got my little thingy out and she’s goofing around with it.

                This guy has got my insides all turned around, she thought. He might be fucking me TOO good, even. I’m afraid that my pussy is going to fall off.

                And then they made out a bunch while fucking. The room that they are fucking in starts to get really humid because they are sweating and fucking so much. It starts to stink like an old sink full of dirty dishes. They were doing all the signs of great sex; they were scratching each other’s back, pulling hair, ripping each other’s clothes in half, her pussy was farting in a way that was really elegant and he was making Chewbacca sounds as he whipped his dick around like a maniac.

                “This sex is awesome,” he said, “I’m probably going to cum a ton.”

                “Oh yeah?” She said, “I hope you got enough cum in those nuts for me.”

                “This cum has your name written all over it. It stinks and it’s sticky and it’s coming straight for you. This dick is maxed out and red as fuck. If it doesn’t cum, it is going to fucking explode like a stick of dynamite. Now why don’t you put your big tits in front of my big dick so I can cum cum cum.”

                “Damn,” he thought, “I don’t think this SETTING has ever seen two sex crazed nymphos bruise each other genitals so badly. This is a pretty nice room, though. Let’s see if it’s still nice after I blast ropers all over it. Let’s see if it is stain proof. This whole room is about to smell like the Dead Sea.”

                He blasted her pussy some more and then he felt a big surge in his nuts. It was his nuts telling his brain to tell his dick that it was time for cum to shoot out of it. He felt it, and it felt good, and he was screaming words like fuck and shit because it felt so fucking good. He looked at her big boobs and her butt and her face and at all of her specific facial features so that it was more romantic. He unsheathed his rodney from her femininity and it looked two feet long and angry as fuck.

                “I knew I was going to fuck you from the second I grabbed your ass,” he said.

                “That’s awesome,” she said, “That hand showed up on my ass like that white whale in that book about the whale.”

                “The only white whale here is going to be this whale of a load of big white cum,” he said.

                “Awesome,” she said.

                “Oh my God,” he said, “I’m cumming. I’m cumming everywhere. I really, really am cumming. Oh, look, there it goes. I’m just blowing this cum everywhere. You must be loving this. You must be going absolutely bonkers for this white hot cum. Holy smokes. I’m cumming all over your big boobs. I’m cumming all over your big butt. I’m even cumming all over your face and in the wall and also on the ceiling and also I just came all over my uniform from my job as a JOB. Wow, I’m almost done cumming now. I simply can’t believe it. I cannot believe how much cum I’ve came. Oh, there’s still some more cum that is shooting out of me and my favorite thing about cumming is that it feels really, really, really, really, really, really good and that it is also so easy for me to do. I can tell you are having a great time from my cumming because you are just loving it and I am loving it too. Okay, almost done cumming now. It’s wrapping up now. Whoa, looks like I had a second wind! I guess I’m not done cumming! Ok, this is it I think. I think it’s done. Just – oh, one more load there – and I’m done. I have officially finished my orgasm. Your welcome.”

                She stared at him with a wry grin. There was so much slime on the wall that it looked like an alien insect hive in a sci-fi movie. She was completely glazed and just laid there like if a nude woman was a donut. She leaned onto his shoulder as he collapsed into bed, instantly falling asleep.

                As she snored, she stared lovingly at this man she had just met five minutes ago. But she thought about a rumor she had heard.

                “Be careful,” she warned herself, “I heard that this guy has CONFLICT.”

                She grabbed a rag and started to clean herself up.