Title: Next Caller, Please Wordcount: 4,231. Rating: R. Very R. I kid you not, I nearly did not post this after I wrote it. This thing is messed up. And I mean, like, in the head. A/N: Whoo boy... Though don’t make it anything permanent, because for the moment my full focus is on Cynicide and I have some ideas that I might spam you with if you all ask very very nicely and make me sweets . :

OH MY GOD IT'S DONE. WELL SORT OF. YOU'LL SEE. Not at all edited, formatted in a hurry - PLEASE SUGGEST CHANGES I MIGHT MAKE. Sarah was exhausted by the end of the day. It was only great fondness...her head back inside. "Where to, Jamal?" But the bookshop's proprietor shook his head helplessly. "I don’t know," he said. "Look anywhere. Everywhere. But start looking now." To be continued...

Charaters: Jamal, Candy, Shell, Rex, Sarah and mentions of Robin Part 2: Gifts “Turn around and close your eyes.” Candy turned her back to Jamal and dramatically clapped her hands over her eyes...too was willing to fight it if need be.  Then the moment past and she was bouncing around the store and if her smile was a little too bright and her insane chatter a little forced, he let it go. 

Titled: Love Song Category: Unoriginal Fiction Badfic Qualities: Absurd plot twists, lack of originality, Mary-Sue, groan summary, obnoxious author's notes, abusing characters because "I just don't like... A note from the Author: In retrospect, I should never have allowed Smoke to make me do this. I am embarrassed to have such a thing on the internet under my name. Every word of this hurt my soul.

My language gets pretty bad in here, just a warning. But I'm sure all of you have been on the internet too much to care, amirite. Andrea wanted to see Hiro meeting Shell, so here it is! Hiro put down...one of those people who swore, because this was obviously a good opportunity. Outside, Candy turned to Shell and said, “I think maybe he’s a little nervewrecked.” “Yeah, what the hell did we do?”

This is what happens when you take two characters you’re writing for the first time (and one I write all too often, but then again you can never have too much Candy) and fuse them with my exceedingly...of anything to say in response to that. It was only polite, she thought, as she fell into step a little behind Hiro. Author’s Endnotes: Ahaha that was ridiculously fun to write. :D

[Begin voiceover. Silhouette of a man tossing things haphazardly into a cauldron and stirring it up happily.] SUGAR... SPICE... EVERYTHING NICE.... THESE WERE THE INGREDIENTS CHOSEN TO MAKE LEANDER...HAS DEDICATED HER LIFE TO FIGHTING CRIME AND THE FORCES OF EVIL!!!!! [Candy pops up on-screen and poses, then falls over. Cut to the skyline.] The city of... Hey, what's this place called, anyway

^^; Hi... I'm new. This is an introduction for both me and a new character. I hope it's all right. “… Tadaima.” For the third time that week, Hiro found himself announcing his return to an empty... but his gaze was directed towards the door, with something akin to pity in his green eyes. “Well, I can assure you, he really is a nice boy. One could even say that he’s… too nice for his own good.

The bell of the bookshop tinkled, and Candy strode in like Xena, Warrior Princess. "Ja-MAL!" Rex came hurrying out of the mystery-fiction section and tripped on a stack of unexpected books. "What... There was a brief silence. Then: "Jamal?" "Yes?" "How big is this going to be?" "I don't know," Jamal said. "We'll find out when it all goes wrong, won't we?" The kettle whistled, and Rex woke up.

The front of the huge stone building was minimalistic. There was a simple, painted sign that swung in the breeze: Disposal Agency. Inquire Inside. It said nothing else. The only people who went there...he smirked and tucked it into his pocket. "It was quite nice doing business with you, madam. My associates will contact you." "Do you need my number?" "Don't worry about it. We'll call you." TBC