Author has written 14 stories for Death Note, Harry Potter, Naruto, Star Wars, Kuroshitsuji, Fruits Basket, Star Trek: 2009, Sherlock Holmes, and Sherlock.
I'M RE-WRITING EVERYTHING!
Which, number 1: means that nothing should be really getting updated (yeah, i know no change).
You, see i was reading through my stories (see below) and to be honest I'm not very impressed, and I cannot comfortably write more knowing that everything before kind of sucks.
Anyway, this is going to take a while because I'm hoping to do Camp NaNoWriMo this August, my failed attempt while join my other failed attempt at original fiction on FictionPress, I'm SarahSmiles. You're welcome to read it, it's not my best, but you guys haven't seen my best (so far..maybe) as it's also my slowest (-_-;;). 3000 words and counting...at a snail's pace, I'll finish one day (in my sixties) which for all you know could be tomorrow. And now I'm rambling, Do you want a sneak preview...? Probably not but you're getting one. Just so you know I'm not the best with grammar or tenses.
One rarely gets to meet someone as conceited and pretentious as the man who sat opposite me. Even with a gag across his mouth and handcuffs attaching every one of his limbs to the chair he had been forcedly sat upon, I could still feel the narcissistic arrogance rolling off this man in waves.
Therefore, in my humble opinion, it came as no surprise that he was shot in the face.
Don’t get me wrong. I am in no way implying that this man deserved to get shot in the face… I mean, he did deserve to get shot but perhaps in a place that would give a great deal more pain and not the relief of an instant demise. Possibly somewhere further down, rendering it biologically impossible for the supercilious banker to produce similarly supercilious offspring, though the statistical likelihood that they would live much longer than their father was slim – if we assume that his progeny will not be impervious to bullets much like their predecessor.
To be perfectly frank, I doubt the banker expected to live long anyway, as I can assure you that no man, woman or child, who expected to have a long lifespan, would insult a group of armed, masked men. Not only that but to insult them on their intelligence (or lack thereof), lack of courage (which I’m assuming is what he meant when he inquired rather vehemently about the whereabouts and/or existence of the criminals’ “balls”) and their blatant yet latent homosexual feelings that the men were obviously compensating for with the size of their guns (several were holding rifles when a pistol would have sufficed). Once again correct me if I’m wrong, but though they needed to come to terms with their respective sexualities, I’m assuming it’s not socially acceptable to mention this in front of them, especially if they are keeping you captive.
Or at least that’s what the bullet lodged in the banker’s once condescending but now decidedly deceased brain told me.
From your good (and previously ransomed) friend, Nate.
Hi, I'm shortening my profile because I can not be bothered to scroll that far down when i read all of my stories like a narcissist. I'm so changeable! Congrats to anyone who got that reference. :D (I'm not really that egotistical...okay maybe I am.)
Oh, and I've got a FictionPress account now but there's nothing on it yet, my username on it is SarahSmiles I felt like I needed a change.
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