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| James in as many prompts as I have patience for :D | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: January 15, 2013, 10:42 am (266 Views) | |
| Jamie's_Chick | January 15, 2013, 10:42 am Post #1 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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So...I won't be all like-It's my first fics and stuff. IT IS the first thing I post in the fictions department on this forum and it's gonna be kinda writer's block breaker, until I gather my thoughts and continue my still unnamed Met-fic. I have to thank Minna A.K.A. Broken, Beat & Scarred for giving me the idea for these prompts thingies. So, Minna thank you very much again. So...without further ado...may all hell break loose! 01.Stranger He knew no one. All he saw were faceless figures, sweaty bodies writhing drunkenly in some resemblance of dancing. He didn't even like the music that was rattling the house from its very foundation. Fuck the little Dane for dragging him to this so called "party". Yet another faceless figure, obscured by the fake extensions and lashes and tons of make up made its way to his spot against the doorframe. "Hello handsome. Wanna..." the scantily clad figure purred, its body slithering almost flush against his own. "Not interested." James shot back immediately, sparing the figure barely a glance filled with disgust. He wasn't really in the mood for "having fun" or "getting lost". He heard a snort and felt the ends of blonde extensions hitting him in the chest as the figure weaved its way into the mass of faceless figures, between the sweaty, drunkenly writhing bodies. Was he a stranger in a mass or just a man in strange mass? And what if he was stranger to himself? For this first prompt I was inspired by- But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself, And all the things I sometimes do, it isn't me but someone else-Wasted Years Iron Maiden Hope you like it
Edited by Jamie's_Chick, January 15, 2013, 10:43 am.
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| kirkhammettismyman | January 15, 2013, 3:34 pm Post #2 |
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I was just a name in your little black book.
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Ooooh I like it! Please write more! |
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| Broken, Beat & Scarred | January 16, 2013, 3:11 pm Post #3 |
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You're quite welcome! ![]() Interesting start you've got there! I would like to know more about this James. Why didn't he care about having a one night stand (seeing someone, feelings for someone, ...), and a bunch of other things. ![]() Have you thought whether you're going to link the prompts somehow (i.e. "same" James), or just write random stories? |
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