Don't really want to talk about the Facebook drama (and there's lots, at the moment, dear God.)
So here's a meme from QQ
If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favourite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else -- this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).Title: Invitation
Genre: Horror
The pale woman's progress as she entered the restaurant was languid and full of purpose. She
prowled Amy thought, transfixed. She prowled like an
animal. A goose inexplicably walked over her grave at the thought.
Lara was bustling behind the counter, not really busy, just looking it. She poured coffee with trembling hands, and her doe's eyes bugged to nearly comical proportions as the pale woman took a seat before her, steepling her long, thin fingers on the bar. She smiled, and it was not a nice smile, it was a smile that made Amy uncomfortable, even from her distance. Still, she watched.
"Hi, there," Lara said brightly, but the cheerfulness in her tone didn't quite match her eyes. Amy saw that very clearly.
"Good morning," said the pale woman, still smiling that awful, humorless smile. Her voice was like oil, dark and liquid at the same time.
"How about some coffee?" Lara chirped, already turning around to fetch it, regardless of the strange customer's preference. She was scared, Amy realized, almost immediately. It wasn't just herself feeling...feeling...
Well, funny.
"I think not," said the pale woman. "I think I'll just...sit. The sign on the door reads that breakfast cannot be ordered past eleven o'clock. Ten minutes from now, I see."
"Yup," said Lara. "I'm all done. Going home soon!"
The pale woman laughed, and it was a dry, hollow sound, one without a bit of mirth in it.
"I wish," she said, and Amy felt
really funny, felt sick and disoriented, the same way she felt when she saw the black swans that morning.
"I wish I had a home."***
I'm not there yet. That's not the actual snippet. The only bit of that transaction that I have planned is the pale woman saying "I wish I had a home", as it's imperative to the plot. Which I don't want to reveal just yet. Yeah. But after that is when I mold Lara into my own Lisa Garland, haw haw haw.
My dad said the computer was broken. Um, no it wasn't, the battery was dead. *sigh* wow.
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