Unfinished

[wildandpure]

I was sifting through my external HD and found this unfinished "holiday" piece which was my last attempt at prose in recent years. I wrote it in December 2005. It's pretty silly like most of the things I wrote in my late teen years (weird that I can say that...wahh, old).

Comments

[twu621]

what's up with you and weird names for your protagonists??!?!?

"Anneke loved when he said obvious things." HAHAHAHAHAAHA <3s it.

[dreadypoi]

AIEEEEEEEEEEEEE. This made me so happy. You have no idea. It was like hugging beloved, love-ed friends after a long, wintry exile.

I always thought that you would be a brills YA author. You do know that I have a copy of "Cry of the Harlequin" folded in the inner zipper compartment of my wallet, right?

"Anneke was no prude, but excessive December 31st partying had the potential to leave her out in the cold and alone like a spoilt, aging piece of cheese on her birthday." Heeeeee. When did the real Anneke find out she was the inspiration for your protagonist?

"... ironically located on the same block as Le Papillon, the French bistro that Elspeth just could not stop raving about for some inexplicable reason."

That Elspeth. Such a spoiled whore. :)