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WRITING OF THE WEEK...
"Blood, Guts, And A Mary Sue"
An Excerpt From My Assassin's Creed Fanfic
Soxxy Moxxy
I stared at the blank piece of paper before me, trying to desperately recall the image of the men that saved my life. So what if I had... y'know... thrown myself off of a building? It was Jared's fault, anyways! As I pulled the memory back to the front of my head, I felt the familiar coolness of rain on my shoulder. "Nuts!" I yelped, gathering my artsy supplies and stuffing them back into my backpack. The rain started to hit harder, more frequent, and my feet couldn't get me to the closest dry place fast enough. Rounding the corner that lead away from the park, the four men- three hooded, one not- stood in front of me. Surprised, I whimpered a number of choice words and threats. The unhooded one turned to look at me, with a raised brow and smirk. "And..." I began to ask between pants, "What are you four doing here?" The other three turned towards me, their eyes covered by hoods.
Lucky, they have hoods. And I'm probably going to get hypothermia or something from standing in the now pouring rain. Great, huh?
"You are not throwing yourself off of buildings again, are you *belle*?" the middle-hooded-man asked with a smirk. I noticed an Italian accent that rolled off of his voice in an almost seductive manner. Then I mentally slapped myself. I've been seeing these four EVERYWHERE! They were, like, flipping stalkers! This was the first time I had actually bumped into them since the building incident. And I was thinking about his VOICE!?
With a growl, I hissed out, "If you would've stayed to listen, I had thrown myself off'a that because of my OTHER stalker." This got me some- I think? It's hard to tell with the hoods covering their eyes- stares from them. Unhooded man hit my shoulder, bringing my attention back to him. Then, I extended my hand. He shook it.
"Desmond, Desmond Miles," he introduced himself.
"The name's Alexandra Smith," I said cautiously, mentally slapping myself... Again. I didn't want this to be like 'OMGeh we have her nameh! We can stalk 'er over Facebook now! :D :D' No, that'd be terrible. But guess what? I did anyways. Desmond gave me a comforting smile, making my judgement of the group falter a bit. Maybe they weren't some cosplaying stalkers? Maybe they were lost Italians? But... Desmond was painfully American. I shook my head in an effort to clear my thoughts and relocked my gaze with him. "So, Desmond... Can I help you four with something?"
Maybe you should've asked for ALL their names before you jump into helping them, huh Alex?
Shut up inner me.
"Well, Alexandra..." He glanced at the other three, who were watching the exchange... I think. Clearing his throat, he said, "How many sci-fi stories have you read?"
An Excerpt From My Assassin's Creed Fanfic
Soxxy Moxxy
I stared at the blank piece of paper before me, trying to desperately recall the image of the men that saved my life. So what if I had... y'know... thrown myself off of a building? It was Jared's fault, anyways! As I pulled the memory back to the front of my head, I felt the familiar coolness of rain on my shoulder. "Nuts!" I yelped, gathering my artsy supplies and stuffing them back into my backpack. The rain started to hit harder, more frequent, and my feet couldn't get me to the closest dry place fast enough. Rounding the corner that lead away from the park, the four men- three hooded, one not- stood in front of me. Surprised, I whimpered a number of choice words and threats. The unhooded one turned to look at me, with a raised brow and smirk. "And..." I began to ask between pants, "What are you four doing here?" The other three turned towards me, their eyes covered by hoods.
Lucky, they have hoods. And I'm probably going to get hypothermia or something from standing in the now pouring rain. Great, huh?
"You are not throwing yourself off of buildings again, are you *belle*?" the middle-hooded-man asked with a smirk. I noticed an Italian accent that rolled off of his voice in an almost seductive manner. Then I mentally slapped myself. I've been seeing these four EVERYWHERE! They were, like, flipping stalkers! This was the first time I had actually bumped into them since the building incident. And I was thinking about his VOICE!?
With a growl, I hissed out, "If you would've stayed to listen, I had thrown myself off'a that because of my OTHER stalker." This got me some- I think? It's hard to tell with the hoods covering their eyes- stares from them. Unhooded man hit my shoulder, bringing my attention back to him. Then, I extended my hand. He shook it.
"Desmond, Desmond Miles," he introduced himself.
"The name's Alexandra Smith," I said cautiously, mentally slapping myself... Again. I didn't want this to be like 'OMGeh we have her nameh! We can stalk 'er over Facebook now! :D :D' No, that'd be terrible. But guess what? I did anyways. Desmond gave me a comforting smile, making my judgement of the group falter a bit. Maybe they weren't some cosplaying stalkers? Maybe they were lost Italians? But... Desmond was painfully American. I shook my head in an effort to clear my thoughts and relocked my gaze with him. "So, Desmond... Can I help you four with something?"
Maybe you should've asked for ALL their names before you jump into helping them, huh Alex?
Shut up inner me.
"Well, Alexandra..." He glanced at the other three, who were watching the exchange... I think. Clearing his throat, he said, "How many sci-fi stories have you read?"