More Bits and Pieces

                I don’t know what to blog about today. I kind of think that I’m underestimating how many pieces of paper it takes to complete my story. And what’s necessary for me to explain what’s happening without going “and so, couple months passed this way and she fell more and more in love” or something equally disgusting and disturbing. Watch me use this. Because she needs to fall in love with him, and then realize that murder and bloodshed is so much more important in her life than love. That she shouldn’t give up what brings her joy and what supports her as a career for something a frivolous as “love.” It’s simply not worth it! In the end, she will stand proud as an independent person… Whatever. Either way, it took  me enough pages to get her to the scene where she meets him. I feel like I’m trying to write a book but squeeze it into a couple pages. I think there will be a portion where it has to go faster. Or else you will be reading a hundred page novel. Which I think that everyone would be really annoyed to read, and I would be really annoyed to write. Also, there must be a portion of my story where I explain in detail the intense bloodlust she feels. And the hacking apart of the guy. And how she’s internally tormented by how she lost her calm outer shell. I’m still not that sure how in the end she’s going to realize that it was just one mistake, and she can be strong. She can grow from the experience, she can control herself. Maybe I’ll write the ending right here… just something that will make everyone cringe and complain about, and then I’ll just take it off. Perfect fix is wonderful!

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                Beep, beep! The alarm rang this time with far more insistence after she slept another 15 minutes. Wake up, you. I already let you hit the snooze button once. Groggily, she rubbed at her eyes, slightly disorientated. She shook her head. What a strange dream. Bloodlust, murder, and a cute little boutique in middle of New York… Linali wondered how the months that seemed to elapse in a dream were compacted into 15 minutes. It was as if the alarm was punishing her with crazy scenes for ignoring it. She snuggled once again into the warm comforter, and then kicked it away, shocking her skin with the icy air. Freezing cold and miserable, she prepared for yet another monotonous day.

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                Okay, there we go. I have a concluding paragraph. Have fun reading!