at least I know I'll be able to sniff out the zombies
Aw, hell. My little story detailing the epic love of Dean and girl.Sam has hit the wall and exploded into gory little chunks. All was going well - I had vaguely canon/realistic characterisation, a pretty decent plot, and even (!) a few original one-liners. But it's just not working anymore - I don't know what's wrong ::wrings hands:: Probably because I'm trying to make Sam a girl. I didn't really intend for that to happen, it just did, and it seemed to work so well. Ahh well, I suppose now I can just go back to the original flavour of crinkle-cut boys who love boys which is almost as good as plain-cut salt and vinegar. Mmm, tasty.
In other news, dead things are foul. Yep, you heard me. Breaking news, ain't it? I have a pretty good sense of smell, most of the time - I think I can subconsiously pick up things that I like, and block out the rest - like my hearing... anyway, somehow my rep got around and the neighbours just pulled me over to sniff out where the thing that died in their roof and is now stinking the whole place out actually, precisely, died. I nearly threw up the smell was so putrid - but I did find the exact place. So old Mr. Possum is now safely on his way to the afterlife with no risk of returning because they salted and burned the bones.
They were pretty impressed that I found it, because they've been trying to figure it out for days apparently. I just wish they had shown their gratitude with cash money. Or at least a cookie to get the smell/taste outta my mouth! Cheap bastards.
In other news, dead things are foul. Yep, you heard me. Breaking news, ain't it? I have a pretty good sense of smell, most of the time - I think I can subconsiously pick up things that I like, and block out the rest - like my hearing... anyway, somehow my rep got around and the neighbours just pulled me over to sniff out where the thing that died in their roof and is now stinking the whole place out actually, precisely, died. I nearly threw up the smell was so putrid - but I did find the exact place. So old Mr. Possum is now safely on his way to the afterlife with no risk of returning because they salted and burned the bones.
They were pretty impressed that I found it, because they've been trying to figure it out for days apparently. I just wish they had shown their gratitude with cash money. Or at least a cookie to get the smell/taste outta my mouth! Cheap bastards.