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So apparently I have an attention span of a dog.

I get all jumbled up and excited and hypervenilate for a moment when you show me something so damn ossshhhhuuummmm–

Then I turn away and piss in your face because it's extremely boring and a waste of my time.


Am I correct, Chance? 


Well you did say my attention span was short. .-.


So anyways—


Lolwhut?

Oh. That's right!

I was going to rant about something and show you a sneak peak of my new story which I haven't published yet. .-.


My rant?


It's not the usual really. No big small crisis shit where bullies punch the shit outta my body to spit then gobble down my self-esteem.

... It means I won't be making rants about bullying-related shit.

And to save your ass, no. I will not make a thread about something so damn irrevelant.

....

PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME! PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME! HEY YEAH HEY YEAH! PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!

FYI, the art of crafting a perfect PBJ sandwich takes about two minutes of your life.

So...

Not exactly useless, nor useful.


COME AND GET ME NOW, BITCHES.


Ahem.


I'm ranting about story writing. Calm down, it's not a rant. More like a question and answer.

To all of you, what do you look for in a book? Drama, horror, comedy, all that crap.

What writing style appeals to you? Cliffhangers, rushed, long and very very descriptive writing?


Feel free to call me a noob. Don't bash my dreams of becoming a legit author if my modeling career fails. Which, will. Eventually.

Nobody wants a morbidly obese Chloe as a model nowadays.

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And here's the sneakpeak I promised you.
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"Another murder?"

"Apparently this one was done by the hands of a 'monster'. These rumors that we were hearing about may be true after all, James."

"Blasphemy."

The two of us kept our distances, and I put my chin on my hand to keep myself from falling asleep. This case we were assigned to solve... It's irritating. These missing posters that have been hung up around the city, the murders that have been reported in the local newspaper when I was sitting in the bar to get myself a drink.

Nobody wanted the job other than James and I.

"Vicky..."

I glanced at James who was fumbling around with words, stammering and coughing as his lips tried to move. He was quivering, and shaking.

"Hm?"

"There- there's a- SPPPPIIIIDDDERRRR!"

All comfort in this room has been officially kicked out the door and was replaced by awkward, and a heavy silence.

"You idiot! Here, use this damn fly swatter to do something about it!"

James wrapped his hands around the swatter, holding it tightly before swatting at the wall, not actually hitting the spider. I had to refrain from throwing a vase at him, since he is my dimwitted partner after all. Sometimes, I wonder if he's really what my father says about him, being a prodigy and all. 'A bright kid he was, witty, sensitive, and considerate. His only flaws were his shyness and the distance he keeps from people. Victoria, watch out for him, will you?'

I had absentmindedly nodded back then, and was stationed in London with this fool.

And my doubts were correct. He had just swat me in the face with that blasted 'weapon' he had in his hand.

"JAAAMMMEEEEESSSS!"
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Content? It was supposed to be a mystery/drama but by the looks of it, it might have a bit of romance in it. o.o


Well that's all folks. >.<



HATERS GUNNA HATE, BUT TROLLS GUNNA TROLL, BITCH.