Originally published at Stephanie Campisi . Please leave any comments there. I’m supposed to be writing a respectable young adult novel about a gambling syndicateat the moment.
But instead I have something called ‘Red Eyes and Blue Lips: A Zombie Love Story’ on my screen.
...to exploding.
However , I also made a promise to myself that if I finish this project, I will do it again. After perusing through my friends list on Facebook, I came up with another idea for a novel. Of course, it won’t be right after this one. But one step at a time. While I’m writing Mirror, Mirror I will keep you posted on my progress here. I might get extra irritable, or I might be refreshed...
-Get a bigger tank for Feebas -Get a new dress for EVA. -Torture this "Minch" fellow, along with any other suspicious persons to find about about the recent theivings. -Get more pornographic magazines... -See what dances kids are doing these days so I don't make a fool out of myself. -Replace the billboard outside my dorm. -Finish editing this manuscript. -Send said manuscript to a publishing company
Obi-Wan looked over to his padawan, Anakin who couldn’t help but grin as he easily dispatched the last battle droid, cockily switching off his lightsaber even as he sliced through the droids...shoulder. “I know you will be a great Jedi master, and a veteran of a hundred battles.” He smiled, “Just focus on your training, my padawan.” Anakin did not look up. “Yes, master.”
Artimus Entreri laughed openly as his blade made a satisfying tear through drizzt’s arm. Drizzt grimaced from the pain but did not make a noise. “You see, Drow? Your pitiful life...at the Drow’s famous scimitars again, then back at the door. He drew a deep long breath, nodded and sheathed his swords. Turning away from the shack he walked away and toward the Tundra
Xavier The man beat mercilessly on his victim. Not a twinge of guilt nor any concern for the consequences as he rained blow after blow on the old man’s now pulpy, fragile body. He...of the alley, taking one last look at the corpse. “Sometimes you have to learn not to mess in my business, Dad” He muttered to the body, and with that he was gone into the night city air.
A-66 Stared into the dark, inky gloom of the jungle ahead, his eyes unwavering he scanned the treeline for any sign of enemy contact. Satisfied they were alone, he turned and nodded his...scarred, battle hardened face. The face that was literally shared by all the clones of himself around him. And for once he was glad his face was masked. He was a clone once more.
"Apples" Said Rose. "What?" Asked George, puzzled. Rose nodded to acknowlage a tree, above the pair "apples." She illiterated. George followed her gaze to the tree, and grinned when he saw the ripe...sighed again and picked up the apple, checking for bruises. It'll do, he supposed. And took a bite. "Can I have some?" Asked Rose. "Nope" Said George. And the Apple was all the more delicious. The End
He grabbed her arm as she walked away, and he noticed the tears of joy form in the corners of her eye. “Don’t do this.” He whispered softly in her ear. He held her for a moment and felt the cool, yet... she hastily removed her shoes and climbed on the bouncy castle. She leaped and laughed as she bounced higher in the air. “See? I told you it’d be alright!” She yelled. The End.
“You think you can fight me, Dr Jones?” The sudden confrontationstartled him; he turned around to face the speaker. The accent was unmistakable, but why a German soldier would...trusty hat and took the time to slip it back on his head. Much better, he thought. He stared at the enormous man, still mocking him. Indiana grinned again and cracked his knuckles.
