10th November
Now playing: Idina Menzel - Hope.
See ourselves flying over the moutain, Hope is the bravest most beautiful bird in the sky. Only Hope can light the way, only Hope can heal the heart, only Hope can keep the clouds hiding the moon and the stars
This is honestly one of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard. <3
Anyway. Today I've had fun with my writing. Although, AC's storyline just got really dark. They've already had their house burn down, been attacked by 'seasonal' zombies, and been chased by the police for breaking into a gas station, so I don't think that being gassed and kidnapped to work for a "dance" club is all that out of place. What's weird is how they're all really relaxed about it at first because they've been there for a week, and they're just being taught how to sing and dance. And all of a sudden, their timetable says "special session", and Boo and AC are like "Shit, what could that mean?" and BAM!. There you have it. Whores in the making.
I'm worried about my mental state. O_O
There was a sofa in front of his desk, and we took it.
“Now, you don’t know why I have called you here, do you?” We shook our heads. “And in that case I must commend you on such brilliant behaviour. We love to have employees like you, quiet and dignfied as you are-”
“You can hardly call us employees, though,” I cut him off, my voice stony with worry. His dark, beady eyes landed on my face and he watched me for a moment, then a smile spread across his face.
“No, I suppose you’re right,” he said. “But I’m not particularly bothered by political correctness, so I’m afraid you’ll have to make do. Now, as I was saying... Upon you’re arrival here I selected you two for this special task because I thought that you could handle it beautifully. You, Eight, are young and beauteous, and tight.” I shot a shocked glance at Boo and saw her swallow hard.
... Seriously, how does that just happen? Well, it's kinda fun to write, at least. Roll on the sex scenes. >D
Words written today: 3,948
Wordcount: 58, 121
See ourselves flying over the moutain, Hope is the bravest most beautiful bird in the sky. Only Hope can light the way, only Hope can heal the heart, only Hope can keep the clouds hiding the moon and the stars
This is honestly one of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard. <3
Anyway. Today I've had fun with my writing. Although, AC's storyline just got really dark. They've already had their house burn down, been attacked by 'seasonal' zombies, and been chased by the police for breaking into a gas station, so I don't think that being gassed and kidnapped to work for a "dance" club is all that out of place. What's weird is how they're all really relaxed about it at first because they've been there for a week, and they're just being taught how to sing and dance. And all of a sudden, their timetable says "special session", and Boo and AC are like "Shit, what could that mean?" and BAM!. There you have it. Whores in the making.
I'm worried about my mental state. O_O
There was a sofa in front of his desk, and we took it.
“Now, you don’t know why I have called you here, do you?” We shook our heads. “And in that case I must commend you on such brilliant behaviour. We love to have employees like you, quiet and dignfied as you are-”
“You can hardly call us employees, though,” I cut him off, my voice stony with worry. His dark, beady eyes landed on my face and he watched me for a moment, then a smile spread across his face.
“No, I suppose you’re right,” he said. “But I’m not particularly bothered by political correctness, so I’m afraid you’ll have to make do. Now, as I was saying... Upon you’re arrival here I selected you two for this special task because I thought that you could handle it beautifully. You, Eight, are young and beauteous, and tight.” I shot a shocked glance at Boo and saw her swallow hard.
... Seriously, how does that just happen? Well, it's kinda fun to write, at least. Roll on the sex scenes. >D
Words written today: 3,948
Wordcount: 58, 121
If only we were as strong as this bird, spirit would never die. What do we name it? Only one word. Hope is the bravest more beautiful bird, Hope is the bravest more beautiful bird in the sky
posted by Kitty Taylor at 10:37 pm
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