Day Five is Done

I can't stop thinking about how I'm about to kill off a bus load of teenagers. I wrote a few more early scenes tonight, dug a little deeper into a few of the relationships, and I'm realizing that tomorrow I'm going to have to do it. They are about to board the bus for the last time and with some (hopefully) carefully orchestrated key strokes, 60 kids are going to plunge to their death in the exact same way that I run through my head in my own nightmares: off the edge of a tall bridge into deep icy waters.

And that's when the real story will start.

For now, they'll keep. Frozen in the grocery store parking lot until I let them get on the bus. They'll get comfortable, they'll get warm, they'll die.

Am I a creep?

Not going to lie, I'm a little weirded out by the whole thing. But the story that's in my head depends on this one thing, so I'm going to have to do it. Hm. It's also election day. If I were more politically minded, I might draw some connections, but I'm naturally suspicious of all politicians, so I don't think that matters to me much.

Anyway, sleep tight. I'm actually saying that to myself. Everyone else is in bed - and if someone is actually reading this well ... either sleep tight or hope you slept well. Tomorrow is the day of the dead.

Today's Word Count: 2,925
Total Nov Word Count: 10,565
Words to go to hit 50,000: 39,435