run-on sentences and other malignant humors

[blacklid]

boutiqueWhen even coffee won't save your day, you know you have a problem, she thought, checking her rear view mirror again. She looked horrible and she felt even worse. After three nights of non-stop sessions with her latest client, she was ready to pull into the first motel she could find and sleep until her flight, even if it was the middle of

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[tahirire]

.....

poor lady.

O-o

[blacklid]

Gee, I wonder what happened to her. *looks around slyly*

Take it as a teaspoon of Neil Gaiman-esque fantasy. (which is odd, now that I'm finally reading some of his stuff, how similar our styles are in this case. creepy.)

Thanks for reading this! :)

[erinrua]

Dude. Your faculty with words never fails to amaze me. Perhaps the more so because you don't fic all that often. Damn. This is just cold and grim and desperate and wow.

Your brain. It's amazing. *smish!*

BTW, I is sorry I'm so crap about staying in touch lately. Somehow I'm just not in control of my own life these days, LOL!

[blacklid]

Thanks! That was back in my free-wheelin' days when I didn't care if I ever finished anything. Maybe someday some archeologist will dig up a print-out from a vault somewhere and exclaim, "Where is the REST OF IT?"

*snicker*

[erinrua]

Well, yeah, that thought *did* cross my mind ... :p

[a_phoenixdragon]

Damn, I...

Damn!! That was AWESOME!! Thank you!!

*hugs you*

[blacklid]

Gee, thanks! :)