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Post by Master Psychic on Dec 3, 2017 9:49:13 GMT
www.fanfiction.net/s/12741867/2/Enemy-of-the-Resistance Does anyone stalk this thread aside from Master Psychic or am I just shouting into the void about my stupid projects and my lack of originality? I guess the stuff I write just isn't your type of thing anymore. Question: Does anyone (who is reading this) think I'm good at what I do? Because sometimes I don't even know. While I'm not really into the Sonic series, I like your writing style honestly. And you shouldn't call your own projects stupid. If you feel passionate about the stories you write, then continue writing them. Remember those old Walking Dead fan fics that you wrote years ago? Those were pretty good. I guess my point is that you should stop doubting your writing skills and keep writing whatever you want.
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Post by Teacakes on Feb 8, 2018 23:13:50 GMT
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Post by Teacakes on Feb 21, 2018 0:10:15 GMT
Would anyone like to read a scrapped original story idea that I wrote? I was trying to write a book not long after 'The Man Behind The Beast' wrapped up, and I was a few paragraphs into the first chapter, but then I just went right back to writing fanfiction because I make great choices.
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Post by Master Psychic on Feb 21, 2018 5:54:06 GMT
Would anyone like to read a scrapped original story idea that I wrote? I was trying to write a book not long after 'The Man Behind The Beast' wrapped up, and I was a few paragraphs into the first chapter, but then I just went right back to writing fanfiction because I make great choices. Sure.
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Post by Teacakes on Feb 21, 2018 21:37:31 GMT
Don't expect the moon. It's not exactly thrilling. Basically, what this was about was a girl, named Jessica, living in a small town and trying to sort her mess of a life out. Her boyfriend mysteriously disappeared after the death of his brother, and she hasn't heard anything from him for more than a year. And what was going to happen was her boyfriend was going to return, sending her life spiralling out of control, and just when she thought she was starting to get the hang of things.
I wrote this in September.
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A clap of thunder. A flash of lightening. I’m huddled up inside a small tent, listening to the rain battering against the low, sloping roof. Water is leaking in through the front, as the zip is stuck and hasn’t been pulled all the way down. I shiver and hug my knees. I can see my breath as I exhale. My brown shorts and pale green t-shirt aren’t helping to fight off the bitter cold. But at least I’m not alone. I lean against the boy sitting next to me, hoping to make myself feel a little warmer.
I glance up at him. He’s staring blankly at the entrance to the tent, watching the rain water pour in through the small gap. I study his face for a moment, scanning the dirt smudged on his cheeks, and the twigs and leaves caught in his matted, brown, unkept hair. He catches me staring and turns to look at me, his hazel eyes full with a sense of questioning judgement. He’s curious, he wants to know why I’m staring at him in such a way.
And then I kiss him.
It’s short and quick. I pull away the moment my lips touch his. It’s innocent enough, just a small peck.
I feel my cheeks growing warmer as a wave of embarrassment rushes over me. His cheeks flush bright red. We avoid making eye contact with each other for a few seconds before our eyes eventually meet once again. He blinks rapidly as he continues to blush. A smile creeps across his face, and his lips part, revealing the gaps where some of his baby teeth had fallen out.
I’m not there anymore. I’m lying in the bed of an old, beaten, red pickup truck underneath a starry sky. There’s someone top of me, I can feel his full body weight, but he’s not putting on enough pressure to crush me. His hands are on my waist, but they’re starting to trail down towards my hips. We’re kissing, our mouths interlocked as we tilt our heads and explore every nook and cranny of each other’s lips, trying to find the best way we fit together. He sticks his tongue down my throat. I almost gag, but I refrain from pulling away.
I roam my hands down his chest. My arms ache, the bruised needle marks covering my skin sending an awful, stinging, pulsing sensation through my body that almost makes me bite his lip in pain. I ignore it and push against him, leaning deeper into the kiss. His bristly beard scratches my face, but I don’t care. Nothing can ruin this moment of pure passion.
My alarm clock breaks through the veil of sleep and startles me awake. I flutter my eyelids, catching sight of my auburn hair that is obscuring my vision. I sluggishly brush it out of the way, only to be nearly blinded by the morning sunlight that is streaming through the gap in the curtains. I wince and use my hand to shield my eyes from the harsh light. I lift my head off the pillow and glance over at my digital alarm clock that is blaring loudly, assaulting my ears. 8:00 the flashing red numbers read, time to get up for work. I slam my hand down on the button, putting an end to my annoying wake-up call.
With my ears still ringing from the alarm, I reluctantly hoist myself up into a sitting position and wipe the sleep from my eyes. I sit quietly for a moment, listening to the birds chirping outside, my bedsheets draped over my knees. I brush a loose wisp of auburn hair behind my ear and sigh. I trace my fingers along my arm, finding only a couple of faint needle marks that I can barely make out unless I squint hard enough.
I shake my head and peel back the bedsheets. I swing my legs round and allow my feet to touch the carpet before climbing out of bed. I adjust the shoulder strap of my pyjamas that managed to slip off during the night and head out of my bedroom. The bathroom is only a short walk down the hall, but as I pass the stairs I catch a whiff of delicious, sweet smelling pancakes coming from downstairs. Mum must be making breakfast. I reach the bathroom and head inside, shutting the door behind me. Just as I’m about to hop into the shower, which also doubles up as a bath, I catch sight of myself in the mirror above the sink. A girl with tired brown eyes and a greasy, messy bed-head stares back at me. I grimace and turn away, pulling the shower curtain back and reaching in to turn the tap on. As cold water comes spraying out of the shower head, I take off my pyjamas and dump them on the tiled floor. I wait a few seconds for the water to warm up before climbing in and soaking my hair, as well as my entire body, under the fountain of steaming hot water.
I don’t linger for very long. As soon as my hair is wet I start to wash it with strawberry scented shampoo. Once my hair is lathered up with soapy suds, I allow the water to rinse it off. I watch as the shampoo slides down my body and goes down the drain, before my eyes drift towards the layer of fat around my waist. I stare at my stomach for a moment before I trail my hand across it and then pinch it with my fingers. I allow my hand to drop by my side and lift my head, closing my eyes and allowing the water to run down my face, to properly wake myself up. I wash my hair again using conditioner, which is also strawberry scented, and rinse it off under the torrent of water, before finally switching the shower off and climb out. I grab my towel off the radiator and use it to dry myself off so that I’m not dripping wet when I walk back down the hall.
I wrap the towel around my naked body and collect my pyjamas off the floor and then leave the bathroom. I head back to my room and give my hair a quick blow with the hair dryer, before gathering up some clothes for me to wear. Despite the fact that my room is a complete mess, with dirty laundry scattered all over the floor, I managed to find my discarded jeans, as well as a bra that I’m pretty sure I only wore once this week. I grab some pants and socks from my chest of drawers, and lay everything out on the bed, only to realise that I was missing one very important item. I scour my entire room, checking under the bed, in my wardrobe, I start picking up my dirty clothes off the floor to see if it was hiding underneath them, but I had no such luck.
With no other options, I call out to my mum for her help. “Mum!”
“Yes, honey?” She calls back to me from downstairs.
“Where’s my work uniform?” I asked her. I wasn’t shouting, but I was speaking loud enough so that she could hear me from where she was, which was most likely the kitchen.
“You mean the light blue polo-top with the shop logo on it?” She questioned.
“Yes, that top, do you know where it is?”
“I put it in the wash.” She replied.
“But I need it for work!” I cried.
“You’ve been wearing that same top for about a week now, it’s about time someone washed it.” She responded. “Just wear a t-shirt for today and pin your name badge on it, I’m sure Taylor won’t mind. He hardly checks up on you most of the time anyway.”
“Fine!”
I opened up my wardrobe and pulled the first t-shirt I saw off the coat hanger. It was a pale green top with a blue bird in mid flight pictured on it, its wings outspread as it soar through the sky. It was quite lucky that I ended up picking out one of my favourite tops, but I didn’t take much time to admire it before I slung it on to the bed and pulled off my towel. I put my clothes on as fast as I could and picked my name tag up off my bed side dresser and pinned it to my shirt, just above the blue bird. To finish off my look, I picked up the thin lined, red floral patterned scarf that was draped across the back of my desk chair and tied it around hair, putting it in a neat punch. I threw on my mint green hooded cardigan and was just about to head out the door when I remembered one last thing that I needed. I rushed back to my bedside table and swiped my bottle of pills, stuffing them in my pocket, and leaving my bedroom.
I hurried downstairs and headed into the kitchen, catching a glimpse of my mum at the table as I briskly walked over to the bread bin, opening it up and grabbing a slice of bread and slotting it into the toaster. I pressed the toaster handle down and glanced over at my mum, who was sipping a mug of hot coffee and finishing off her freshly made pancakes that were dripping in maple syrup. I could feel my mouth watering.
“Do you want a pancake, Jess?” My mum asked. She had caught me gorping at her breakfast.
“No, I’m good thanks.” I replied, glancing back at the toaster.
“I made you a tuna sandwich for lunch. It’s in the fridge.” She told me.
“Thanks.” I said gratefully, going over to the fridge and collecting the sandwich that was contained in a sealed bag.
“There’s also a bottle of water in there for you.”
My gaze landed on the unlabelled plastic bottle which I retrieved before shutting the fridge door. I went back over to the toaster and waited for the bread to pop up. “Have you got your pills with you?” She asked.
“Yep.” I replied simply. I was avoiding looking at her and staring at the toaster so hard I might burn a hole in it.
“Make sure you don’t take them on an empty stomach.” She warned.
“I know, mum.” I responded. We ran through this almost everyday. It was getting tiresome.
“You have your therapy session with Dr Whitehall at three o’clock today.” She informed me.
“I know.”
“Would you like me to pick you up from work and drive you to your appointment?” She asked.
“No, it’s okay, I’ll walk.” I stated.
A wave of silence washed over us. I could feel her eyes staring at me, watching my every move. “So, do you want to talk about anything or-“ She began.
I grabbed hold of the toaster handle and pulled it up, picking the toast out prematurely. It was still burning to the touch despite the fact that it was no where near done, but I countered that issue by stuffing it in my mouth. “I have to go, see you later!” I said through gritted teeth and a mouthful of toast as I dashed over to the front door. There really was no need to rush, in fact I probably had time to have a pancake… But I didn’t want to become trapped in a conversation I didn’t want to have.
“Oh okay, bye sweetie!” She replied. “Love you!” I heard her say as I headed outside.
I was greeted by a cool autumn breeze that sent a chill up my spine. I stood on my front door step for a moment and admired the crisp, golden brown leaves that were scattered by the roots of a tree that was growing in our neighbour’s garden. There were a couple of birds nestled on the bare branches, tweeting softly. The sound was pleasing to the ear. I took the toast out of my mouth and let out a sigh of relief, thankful that my mum had bought my excuse about getting to work which was just something I said to avoid talking to her. My shift didn’t start till half past eight, and so far I was making great time. It was quarter past, and the shop was only a five minute walk away. I breathed in, taking in the fresh morning air before taking a bite out of my toast. I walked down the driveway and headed onto the pavement, turning right and strolling down the lane, passing by several houses on my way.
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Post by Teacakes on Jul 5, 2018 22:09:03 GMT
www.fanfiction.net/s/12669885/7/A-Twist-of-FateI went back to A Twist of Fate. But my small following seem to no longer care, or maybe the chapter was too long, I don't know. It's my fault for going on hiatus, I don't blame them for the lack of reviews. Why do I even try? I'll still finish it anyway.
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Post by Teacakes on Jul 5, 2018 22:24:14 GMT
Don't suppose one of you lot spying on this thread named themselves Barry Burton and made a guest review? Because it's a mighty fine coincidence I got an email about it not long after I posted that link.
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Post by Master Psychic on Jul 5, 2018 22:28:19 GMT
Don't suppose one of you lot spying on this thread named themselves Barry Burton and made a guest review? Because it's a mighty fine coincidence I got an email about it not long after I posted that link. Well, it wasn't me. I'm not even logged on the Fanfiction.site right now. I'll check out the latest chapter tomorrow and post my thoughts.
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Post by Teacakes on Jul 5, 2018 22:31:36 GMT
Don't suppose one of you lot spying on this thread named themselves Barry Burton and made a guest review? Because it's a mighty fine coincidence I got an email about it not long after I posted that link. Well, it wasn't me. I'm not even logged on the Fanfiction.site right now. I'll check out the latest chapter tomorrow and post my thoughts. I know it wasn't you. The guest review was just a stupid meme. But it's the thought that counts I suppose. Look, if it was anyone on here, I appreciate it. And thank you, MP, I appreciate your support as well.
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Post by Master Psychic on Jul 6, 2018 8:51:45 GMT
Just read the chapter.
It was certainly long, but I really liked the scenes with Maurice and Lefou, and Beast's attempt at bonding with the horses.
I predict Gaston is gonna come back and almost fuck everything up.
Keep up the good work.
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Post by Teacakes on Jul 6, 2018 10:35:59 GMT
Thank you, MP. I will.
If you have the time and could post your thoughts on fanfiction.net as well, that would be lovely. But if you don't want to then that's fine, I'm not going to pressure you to do that.
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Post by Master Psychic on Jul 6, 2018 10:38:39 GMT
Sure.
I'm just gonna copy paste what I posted on this thread.
Edit: And done.
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Post by Teacakes on Jul 6, 2018 10:45:14 GMT
Thank you very much, it generally means a lot to me. You've put a smile on my face today.
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Post by Master Psychic on Jul 6, 2018 10:48:37 GMT
Don't mention it.
Anything to help a friend out.
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Post by Teacakes on Oct 1, 2018 22:12:11 GMT
I'm writing a retelling of the romance scene between Clementine and Louis because I have no self control and I desperately need to find something to do because once again, I stopped working on A Twist of Fate for no reason other than I really burned myself out with chapter 7 and couldn't find the means to motivate myself.
Anyway, you can look forward to that, I might post it in TWD fan fic section when it's finished. I might also write a part 2 at some point if I can draft a few ideas together.
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