SilverOrb - 37#
An excerpt of the CCS fic I'm working on. (By working -I mean that I'm forcing myself to type something when I'm NOT feeling lazy - of which is almost none of the time)
By the way, I'm not completely sure about my promise not to type anything before Chp 3 of ITW. My inspiration on ITW has temporarily dried up but I still have the urge to type out the many fanfiction ideas I have.
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Sakura glared at her opponent, attempting to intidimate it with her stare. She bit her lip tensely as she waited for it to respond. Sweat trickled slowly down her face, she was about to make her first move when a loud beep disrupted her concentration.
The beep was soon followed by copious amount of smoke.
Sakura put her hand over her mouth and started to fan the air, disappointment etched on her face as she had reached another loss - to the microwave standing arrogantly in front of her, or as arrogantly inanimate objects could. She opened the microwave cover with a sigh and began to remove a dish full of unidentified yellow goop that used to be in a box labeled: "Instant Pancakes".
It wasn't exactly her fault that she couldn't cook. If it wasn't for her mentally impaired brother, she would have probably been a great chef. However, his constant insults and trauma induced discouragements had made a gigantic impact on her self-esteem, which in turn caused destruction whenever she tried to do anything more complex than boiling water. Or so she complained to anyone who cared to listen.
By the way, I'm not completely sure about my promise not to type anything before Chp 3 of ITW. My inspiration on ITW has temporarily dried up but I still have the urge to type out the many fanfiction ideas I have.
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Sakura glared at her opponent, attempting to intidimate it with her stare. She bit her lip tensely as she waited for it to respond. Sweat trickled slowly down her face, she was about to make her first move when a loud beep disrupted her concentration.
The beep was soon followed by copious amount of smoke.
Sakura put her hand over her mouth and started to fan the air, disappointment etched on her face as she had reached another loss - to the microwave standing arrogantly in front of her, or as arrogantly inanimate objects could. She opened the microwave cover with a sigh and began to remove a dish full of unidentified yellow goop that used to be in a box labeled: "Instant Pancakes".
It wasn't exactly her fault that she couldn't cook. If it wasn't for her mentally impaired brother, she would have probably been a great chef. However, his constant insults and trauma induced discouragements had made a gigantic impact on her self-esteem, which in turn caused destruction whenever she tried to do anything more complex than boiling water. Or so she complained to anyone who cared to listen.