Wednesday, 26 June 2013

It feels like I haven't posted in a while.

So it's story time, naturally.

Sparky entered the Elders Chamber with what she considered to be an appropriate amount of tenacity. She was really only worried because of two things. The first being that she had never actually been called to talk to the Elders before this, only getting a small message of recognition whenever she effectively saved the world or brought in some magical crazy-face who had been terrorising the country. The second was that only a week prior to this meeting Elder Sassk had been… Forced to retire. This, in turn, had caused everyone around the Sanctuary to be quite high-strung of late. She shut the door behind her as quietly as she could and stood in front of the Grand Mage and his right hand Elder.
“You asked to see me?” Sparky said, trying with all her might to keep her voice steady. The Grand Mage nodded solemnly.
“Agent, it has come to our attention that you are a very reliable worker within the ranks of the Sanctuary.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“And, due to a recent spot opening up, higher up the ladder, I conferred with Elder Ramona, and we both decided that you would be the perfect person for the spot.”
“Basically, Grand Mage White and I have looked at your records and gained some references about you. There’s a general consensus among your peers that you have strong morals, you’re a good leader, you think laterally under pressure and you have a reputation for being merciless when your job calls for it.”
“And we would like to offer you the position of becoming the new Elder.”
“W-What?” Sparky squeaked. The Grand Mage winced ever so slightly.
“There is one small thing, though. On one of your earlier missions you we involved in a stake out to capture one Hayley Skirmish.” At the mention of Sparky’s best friend’s name, her stomach drop and her skin went cold.
“Oh god.” She thought.
“Since then, you have had countless opportunities to capture her, and refused, on the grounds that she is your… Closest friend.” The Grand Mage’s voice went hard. “We cannot let you have the position if you value your friendship with her over the safety of the country.” Instinctively, Sparky responded.
“She’s saved the world numerous times herself. Once with the aid of the Skeleton Detective and his assistant.”
“That is not the issue here, Agent. The issue is that she is on our wanted list and you drink coffee with her on your mornings off.” Elder Ramona snaps.
“Wait, are you trying to bribe me? With a job? Are you bribing me into selling out my best friend?”
“Those are not the words we’d choose to describe it-“
“But they are the right ones. I can’t believe I’m working for people as corrupt as that.” Sparky turned on her heel and started heading out.
“Please consider out offer more seriously, Agent. There are a lot of perks to being an Elder. You could even become Grand Mage one day.” The Elder said. Sparky stopped and looked back.
“Shove it up your ass. I quit.”

So, that was made for two reasons. One, I had the sudden urge to have Sparky stop working at the Sanctuary, and two, I've always found it hilarious that people though I would make a good Elder.

So that happened.

Oh, I've also been taking another look at my Left 4 Dead fan fiction, and made an executive decision about it. I'm currently re-writing it, but because that's BORING AS HELL I've chosen to write it as a series of one-shots. So, instead of having one long-ass story that has all the boring bits between things happening, it'll be a stack of bits that you won't get to read chronologically.

So, to start, I'm writing Steph meeting everyone she meets along the way, and from there various things will happen, but time skipping will be something you have to get used too.

And thus, posts with that particular fanfic will be the text itself, and then a small summary of where it sits between other events.

Expect that soonish, cause I'm on holidays and therefore bored as ever!

Thursday, 6 June 2013


Friends, romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.

And, naturally, by ears I mean time.

And by time I mean your time to comment.

As in, I'm going to post a teaser paragraph and see if you want to know what happens before and after what happens in said paragraph?

Kay? Kay.

After school Ainsley and I met up with my girlfriend, Alex, and Ainsley’s boyfriend, Chandler, and we went out for dinner. It was when Chandler was driving us home that things really became unusual. Nothing extraordinary happened, it was just Chandler’s car running out of gas that, if anything, was hugely inconvenient. So, basically, the four of us are now walking down a highway in search of a phone or reception. And it’s dark. And it’s raining.
Because life’s a bitch.
Anyway, I’m somewhere between very and extremely jealous of Ainsley right now, simply because Chandler gave her his jacket. I, however, am jacketless because Alex forgot hers so I had to give her mine. I feel her hand link with mine.
“I’m sorry I forgot my jacket, Zoey…” Alex says.
“I know.”
“I’ll remember next time.” She coos.
“I know.”
“How can I make it up to you?” she asks, sensing my speedily worsening mood.
“When we get home, you’re making me dinner. And you’re making a blanket nest around me. And you’re being my servant.”
“Oh, so you’re coming to my place after we get a ride?” she says, challenging me. I look at her and her face immediately drops and she nods.
“Okay.” The four of us walk in silence for a little while longer, but soon enough I’m tired of walking through the rain.
“Guys, the other side of the road is covered, can’t we cross and walk there?” I ask. Chandler shrugs.
“Do what you want, I’m not the boss of you.” Ainsley mutters. I nod and look at the road, checking both ways for headlights before stepping out onto the road. I'm little more than halfway across the six lanes when I hear tires screeching- There aren't any headlights. I'm on the ground. Am I on the ground? Where are the headlight? I can hear someone talking. Or are they screaming? Am I screaming? The ground's wet. Why am I on the ground? Shouldn't there be headlights?

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