by SALSAlys » Fri Nov 28, 2003 3:44 am
(WOW! I had only FOUR MINUTES UNTIL BEING DELETED!
A <s>LOSER</s> WINNER IS ME! =D *and reposts!*)
OOC: ....dear sweet Jebus on a pogo stick, forgive me for the slash I am about to write. T_T And YES I AM AWARE OF THE BLATANT ABUSE OF CHARACTERS! I honestly think this is the worst piece of slash I can write!)
Marianne Sue sat at her desk, head clutched in her hands. Sheafs of paper were strewn about in front of her, along with several pens. She appeared to be a fairly mild woman, with a long, dark skirt and sweater, her short, mousy brown hair tied back loosely into a bun. The only evidence of her lack of composure was the half-finished bottle of cheap wine on the table beside her elbow.
Oh sweet Ishtar...
Her last piece of slash fiction had sold so well, she was actually being offered more money for continuing in that genre, using more figures about Doma for this. Maybe even after she wrote enough, it could be collected into an anthology...
But I HATE writing this tripe!
She cracked her eyes open, glaring at the bottle blearily. Wasn't alcohol supposed to taste GOOD, not sour...?
With half a sob, the inebriated writer decided that by Ishtar, if the publishers WANTED tripe, she'd GIVE them tripe...
The small girl sat at a table in the Ivory Horn, her blue <s>rings what the fcuk? why rings?</s> tucked over her back, and hazel eyes fixed on the mug of <s>koko koaka WHAT'S WITH MY SPELLING TONIGHT?</s> COCOA on the table in front of her.
Then, with a dramatik gust of wind, a rather short man with white hair and grey (gray? izzit both?) <s>kitty</s> feline ears strode into the bar.
"JANDA! I have come to cure you of your illness!"
"I'm ill? Since when?"
(No no no... slash s'posed to be STUPID not characters arguing GYEAH...)
"I mean— KHAOS KITTY BLAST (KITTY KITTY I WANT KITTY!)"
With a flare of light, the angel began gaining height, hair paling to a platinum blonde as she also gained more padding in feminine places (HA HA ANGEL NEEDS BRA NOW), and the mage watched in <s>sasitfaction</s> satisfaction.
"I sub thee JANDA NO LONGER! THY NAME IS CERVANT ONCE MORE!" he intoned, tail swishing wildly behind him.
"Thank Ishtar I am once more in my rightful form! Kristoph, how can I ever thank you!" declared the angel, sweeping the man into her arms and placing a white hotte passionate kiss on his willing lips.
Unfortunately, then Cervant reverted to her previous form, <s>and so did Kristoph</s> and Kristoph diminished with her, both being children once more.
"Oh sweet merciful Isthar onna trampoline!" wept the mage. "My plan has failed! How may we ever again be together, beloved Cervant!"
"True love knows no age, my rescuer!"
Looking at eachother with longing<s>inging</s>, they reached for eachother again, pure passion bringing them to their rightful ages again before they went upstairs to consummate their marriage of the <s>sole</s> soul.
Marianne looked over the text she wrote, then thought about it.
She was vaguely aware that she had more alcohol than was really good for her...
And didn't care.
Thus, she went to bed.
When she awoke the next morning though, she had a rather nasty hangover, but forced herself to read the things she had written the previous night out of sheer morbid curiousity.
...oh GODS.
She promptly threw the sheets into the fireplace.
Edited by: [url=http://pub30.ezboard.com/brpgww60462.showUserPublicProfile?gid=salsalys>SALSAlys</A] at: 11/28/03 3:51 am