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Read My NaNoWriMo Novel: The Caleb Morse Code
'Cause why not?
I will have to edit some things out, to match the CB's super strong filter, but the general storyline should stay the same.
I'll post the first chapter as soon as this is up!
submitted by Sammy Everlast, age Immortal, The Everlasting Mansion
(November 16, 2020 - 3:38 pm)
(November 16, 2020 - 3:38 pm)
A/N: I wouldn't call this the best chapter I've ever written, but it's what I have right now. So, I hope you enjoy!
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{ Chapter One }
“Good evening.” The woman said to me, smiling hesitantly.
I stayed where I was seated, on a ceiling rafter in the far corner of the dark falling apart room.
“I heard from your friends outside that you need a bit of help, right?”
The ‘people’ from The Outside are definitely not my friends.
Her smile wavered, “I’m Mrs. Màthair. What’s your name?”
I stayed quiet, and scooted deeper into the darkness.
“Your last name too, might I add. Do you remember it?”
I decided to look at the so-called ‘Mrs. Màthair’. She had raven black hair, with emerald eyes. Pale skin. She wore an outfit you would see the stereotypical reporters wear. But I know she’s not a reporter.
She’s barely even human.
Mrs. Màthair sighed, and walked out the door.
I heard her talking to one of The Guards, and soon, she returned.
“So, Caleb Morse, any reason why you’re being so quiet?”
Silence.
“How has your day been?”
After a moment of more silence, I started tapping the beam I sat on.
“Caleb...?”
I started tapping faster and faster, until-
“What are you doing?”
I paused, then gave up, sighing. Of course she wouldn’t understand.
There was a knocking on the door, and a head of one of The Guards popped through.
“You’re time is up ma’am. Leave.” The man ordered.
“But- but I’ve barely made any progress with him! I just arrived!”
“It isn’t your job to make ‘progress’ with him.” The man continued tiredly, “You said, you wanted to see the boy, and you did. What else do you want?”
“I want to help him!” Mrs. Màthair exclaimed, even angrier.
“Morse isn’t someone you’re allowed to help, ma’am. He’s just the average traumatized child you would find here.”
Here. The Prìosanach Domicile.
It’s a small town, located in The Woods, with buildings that seem like they’ve been built decades ago, scattered around everywhere.
Did I say decades ago? Sorry, I meant centuries.
The houses were nothing more then broken remains, the walls and floors cracked and rotting. Most of the roofs have caved in, and the windows shattered. The plants in The Woods were so overgrown, that even my small cabin wasn’t safe from the grass peaking through the floorboards, the vines lining the crumbling walls, and the tree growing in the corner.
There’s not much to say about The Woods. It just looks like a normal forest. And if you go far enough, you’d see The End of The World.
Or The Wall that blocks off The End Of The World.
I don’t know much about The End Of The World, only that The Outside is there.
The Outside is where The Guards and Mrs. Màthair live.
I lived there once too, until my family asked The Guards to take me here.
It’s because the only thing on the other side is The Guards, The Government, and The Monsters.
The Monsters seem like normal people, but they’re not. They’re not a Guard, Government, or a Prìosanach.
They’re horrible things. Creatures who have stripped away all of their humanity for the sake of their hunger for evil.
I don’t quite understand why The Guards let The Monsters in sometimes. But nothing happens, not with The Guards here, so I guess it’s okay.
The Guards usually never go into The Woods otherwise, they usually just stay on The Wall all the time, where we can’t see them.
“Goodbye Caleb!” The Monster said, snapping me out of my trance.
I watched The Guard and The Monster walk out, my anxiety disappearing with them.
(November 16, 2020 - 6:51 pm)
This was so good! You have some real talent!
(November 18, 2020 - 11:41 am)
Whooooa this is really good! The setting is really original and the character is such an enigma. You totally have me hooked. (Also I'm pretty sure since his name is Caleb Morse and he was tapping on the wooden beam, he speaks in Morse code, which he invented (maybe?) and doesn't actually speak out loud.)
(November 18, 2020 - 8:37 pm)
Also, for those of you who aren't on NaNoWriMo, here's the cover of the book I designed:
(November 16, 2020 - 6:53 pm)
80 WH- HOW DO YOU WRITE LIKE THIS!?!?!?!? ESRDCTFVGHBJNKM AAAAAAA!!!!!! I THOUGHT IT WAS GONNA BE MEDIOCRE BUT- I- I-
Arghhhh now I feel like my writing is so pale in comparison!! I just finished the first chapter of a warriors book I'm writing and it really sucks, idk how the erins stretch stuff out the way they do. Ah well, 1,500 words will have to do for now. I'll rewrite later. :))
Btw I''m Clovertoe3352 on NaNo, can we be buddies?
Also toppp
(November 23, 2020 - 11:30 am)
AHHHH IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT!!!
I've honestly thought my writing was sub-par compared to everyone else on here, so thanks!
I'm sure yours isn't bad either!
AND YES! We can be buddies! :D
(November 24, 2020 - 11:07 am)
:o :DD YAY!! Ok hang on what's your username? Also I was just about to make a post about my NaNo stuff :>
(November 25, 2020 - 2:05 pm)
My username's Everlast!
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(November 17, 2020 - 10:36 am)
Whoever topped this is a saint.
- K.A.D.E., 2020
(November 17, 2020 - 2:08 pm)
ooh, I like it.
(November 18, 2020 - 11:42 am)
A/N: No proofreading, we die like men. Also, italics represent a person using The Caleb Morse Code.
I peaked out my window, making sure they were gone.
When a few moments of silence passed, I went out to look for food.
More specifically, I was going to Ives and see if he had any food for me.
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Where is he?
Searching The Clearing for my friend was apparently harder then it sounds.
The Clearing is where most of The Prìosanach live, the unofficial capital of my home.
As you go farther in The Clearing, the high grass turns to destroyed sidewalks and roads, and the wooden shacks and decaying canvas tents turn into cement buildings and crumbling skyscrapers, marking what must’ve been a great city at one point.
I spotted him, and sighed. He’s in a large group. I hate crowds.
I found Ives by a small fire, surrounded by children, doing his usual storytelling.
Ives was tall and in his early twenties, with shaggy, curly hair that came down to his shoulders. He has albinism, but unlike the other Prìsanach’s with albinism I’ve seen, his eyes are blood red instead of pink.
He’s in his usual jeans and black sleeveless shirt, with his army green jacket tied around his waist.
He did change his worn black hightop sneakers for tan combat boots, though.
“-nd they lived happily ever after. For now, anyway. Any questions?”
A small girl in a poorly crafted wheelchair, (Suzanne, if I remember correctly.) raised her hand.
“Yes, Suzy?”
“Where do babies come from?”
Ives went dead silent and stared at her.
After a moment, he exclaimed; “WELL THAT WRAPS UP TODAY’S FAIRYTALE. HAVE A NICE DAY EVERYONE!”
“But where-”
“LOOK AT THE TIME! CALEB SHOULD BE COMING FOR DINNER SOON!” He finished then turned to the side and saw me, “OH, THERE HE IS! BYE KIDS!”
The grumbling children dispersed, but not without me hearing a couple sentences;
“Just wanted to know-”
“Of course that idiots his favorite-”
“Heard we was insane, living alone in a cabin-”
I wanted to say something to defend me; But naturally, no sound comes out of my mouth.
Ives noticed, and gave me a pained smile.
“Come on Caleb. I found something in The Junkyard you might want to see.”
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“So, are you enjoying the book I gave you?” He asked, opening his makeshift living rooms door.
I nodded, smiling.
Ives lived in a completely deserted building. I’m not quite sure what it was used for, but there were all sorts of odd rooms. Rooms with small tables and chairs attached to them, with a strangers green board that has faded white markings on them. A room with long tables, with strange counters. There were more rooms in the building, but their doors were either locked or stuck.
Ives was always like a big brother to me. He’s kindhearted and always smiling. His stories weren’t half bad either.
He taught me things too. Mathematics, Language, Art, History... He even found an old... What did he call it? Piano. Piano in The Junkyard, and taught me songs. He even helped me make a code to communicate to him, by making long and short taps. The Caleb Morse Code.
The Nightmare didn’t seem to follow me when I’m with him.
“That’s good. Let me get the surprise.”
He gave me a couple pieces of cold meat, which is extremely rare these days. (Probably from Cicada, the deaf cook who always managed to find fish in The River somehow.)
“Wait here.” He instructed, walking into the “living room’s” closet.
His living room was an empty room he stumbled upon, and filled it with objects he found here and there. Most of them are from The Junkyard.
He came back with a small object, smaller than his hand, rapped in cloth.
I started tapping in the code we invented, making out the message:
“Show now!”
“Okay, okay.” He chuckled, pulling out the second object.
It was some... glass object. I saw something in it, so I picked it up.
There was a picture of a boy in there. A moving, picture of a boy that is. A boy with either dirty blonde or light brown hair. He seemed to have a grayish-white skin tone, and very skinny. His eyes were the most intriguing part... The color seemed to be shifting, changing, possibly reflecting the colors he’s looking at, but with a silver tint.
I furrowed my brow... And the boy did at the same time!?
“Who?” I asked Ives, confused.
“Not who. What. That’s a mirror, Caleb. You’re looking at your reflection.”
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After a while, there was a knock on the door.
"I'll get it-" Ives started, but he couldn't finish before the door burst open, to reveal... Natalie?
“Ives!” She started, her dark eyes alert, “It’s about the boy.”
I took a step back, surprised.
“What? What are you talking about!?” Ives asked, equally shocked.
“They’re planning... To kill him.”
At this point, I took a step toward Natalie, putting myself in front of Ives.
But I couldn’t say anything, when suddenly Ives grabbed me from behind.
And the world
faded
into
darkness.
(November 26, 2020 - 7:39 am)
ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh! This book is SUPER GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!!
(November 26, 2020 - 5:26 pm)
Ooh this is great! It turns out I was right about the whole Caleb-invented-Morse-code-and-uses-it-to-communicate-because-he-can't-talk thing. So now I'm wondering if this is fanatasy or alternative-history fiction. My first thought was fantasy, but now alternative-history fiction seems probable, so maybe itsboth? Anyway, this story is great! Keep writing!
P.S. I know you said no proofreading, but I don't think you need quotation marks if Caleb's speaking in Morse code. Typing it in italics would convey the necessary message that it's dialogue. But since you don't want proofreading, it's up to you.
(November 26, 2020 - 7:10 pm)