the numbers have been crunched; we're all fucked.
so i wrote a short story (2193 words) over the past few days. and... i'm pretty pleased with it. i managed to avoid both the excessive smut that i tend to fall into and the trap of the easy ending. there's a certain metaphorical quality to the storm trope too. yay english class ! haha. amy totally wants to tap it. also: the title and chapters are composed of lyrics by propagandhi and a wilhelm scream and the song that plays in the second chapter is bad religion's infected.
ch-ch-check it out.
ch-ch-check it out.