Post by Ali on May 18, 2007 12:07:56 GMT -5
Ok.. I want to write a fan fic, but I have no idea of what to call it! Please comment it , say if you like it, so I know if I post more or not.. Please! And can you give me a title for it?? I srsly don't have a clue what to call it...
Well, here goes nothing...
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BOOM! "Oh for crying out loud! Not ag..." I stopped in the middle of the word as another loud BOOM echoed through the house. "Daria, move your ass here pronto!" I yelled. Daria came into the kitchen, head down, crawling, her stomach sweeping the floor. She knew she'd done something wrong..."It's the third time this week! If you don't stop crashing into the closet, I'll have to send you away!....WHAT?" I screamed at her. She raised her head, dark puppy eyes looking deep into mine. She started to weep. "Oh, don't give me that! I swe...ah, what the hell! I can't stay mad at you. You're just a dog. And besides, you're the only friend I have here in Jersey."
She looked at me while I lowered myself on my knees to pat her. She quickly got up from the ground and started licking my face. "Ugh! You know I hate that! Now, what do you say for a walk?" She groweld at me in approvel. "Ok, but I gotta go change. I look like my mother."
She followed me up the stairs, across the hall and into my room where she sat on the bed looking at me. I opened the closed door and started searching for my Antrax T-shirt." Oh, where the hell did I put it?" After 10 minutes of searching and swearing the phone rang:
"Hello...yeah...yeah mom, I'm fine...Daria's fine to mother, she even says hello..." Daria barks in response. "See? I told you...the weather's fine, it's gloomy and I think it might rain...yeah, that's my idea of fine weather...Yeah...What?..mom,..what? No! Mom, I'm not a child anymore, ok? God, I'm 25, jeez. Ok, I'm gonna go continue my search for my shirt...yeah, I'm still a messy person, thank you..Bye." I hang up and turn to face Daria. "Ugh! I hate it when she worries so much! It's not like I'm not capable of looking after myself!..Now, where did I put my God damn shirt?"
Daria gets of the bed and to a corner of the room full with stuffed toys. She starts barking at me like mad. "Dude, what's gotten into you?" She continues to bark and step on something black with green." Oh, good girl! You found my shirt! But how the heck did it get there? You wouldn't know anything about it, eh?" She moans a bit, drops to the ground and puts her front paws on her eyes. "Aha! I taught so!" I grab my shirt, iron it a bit and get dressed. "Ok, I just have to do my hair, wash my teeth and maybe a bit of eyeliner would do."
Daria moans again, sounding exasperated." Well, if you were a human, you'd do the same thing!"
After another 10 minutes I get out of the bathroom, get Daria's leash and head for the park. We walk silently on the sidewalk only stopping so Daria would smell a mailbox or a tree. I don't like walking her on the leash because she pulls me on to the grass and drags me all the way to some tree or rock. But I can't let her walk free 'cause of all the stray dogs that roam Jersey. And speaking of the devil, as we turn around the corner to get in the park, a pack of fierce-looking dogs started bearing their teeth and barking menacingly at us. I was scared like shit at the taught of what they could do to us. I tried to pull Daria back and go home, but she was to scared to move. The dogs started towards us and I was looking around desperate for help. Just as the dogs got very close, from out of nowhere, a guy about my age came from across the street. He had dark brown hair and gorgeous green eyes. He was with his dog to. As he aproached us, his dog started to bark furiously at me and Daria. I finaly lost my nerve and began shouting: "OK! Thanks a lot buddie! It wasn't enough there were 10 dogs on my ass, you had to come with yours to!"
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Ok, that's enough for now. Please tell me what you think!
Well, here goes nothing...
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BOOM! "Oh for crying out loud! Not ag..." I stopped in the middle of the word as another loud BOOM echoed through the house. "Daria, move your ass here pronto!" I yelled. Daria came into the kitchen, head down, crawling, her stomach sweeping the floor. She knew she'd done something wrong..."It's the third time this week! If you don't stop crashing into the closet, I'll have to send you away!....WHAT?" I screamed at her. She raised her head, dark puppy eyes looking deep into mine. She started to weep. "Oh, don't give me that! I swe...ah, what the hell! I can't stay mad at you. You're just a dog. And besides, you're the only friend I have here in Jersey."
She looked at me while I lowered myself on my knees to pat her. She quickly got up from the ground and started licking my face. "Ugh! You know I hate that! Now, what do you say for a walk?" She groweld at me in approvel. "Ok, but I gotta go change. I look like my mother."
She followed me up the stairs, across the hall and into my room where she sat on the bed looking at me. I opened the closed door and started searching for my Antrax T-shirt." Oh, where the hell did I put it?" After 10 minutes of searching and swearing the phone rang:
"Hello...yeah...yeah mom, I'm fine...Daria's fine to mother, she even says hello..." Daria barks in response. "See? I told you...the weather's fine, it's gloomy and I think it might rain...yeah, that's my idea of fine weather...Yeah...What?..mom,..what? No! Mom, I'm not a child anymore, ok? God, I'm 25, jeez. Ok, I'm gonna go continue my search for my shirt...yeah, I'm still a messy person, thank you..Bye." I hang up and turn to face Daria. "Ugh! I hate it when she worries so much! It's not like I'm not capable of looking after myself!..Now, where did I put my God damn shirt?"
Daria gets of the bed and to a corner of the room full with stuffed toys. She starts barking at me like mad. "Dude, what's gotten into you?" She continues to bark and step on something black with green." Oh, good girl! You found my shirt! But how the heck did it get there? You wouldn't know anything about it, eh?" She moans a bit, drops to the ground and puts her front paws on her eyes. "Aha! I taught so!" I grab my shirt, iron it a bit and get dressed. "Ok, I just have to do my hair, wash my teeth and maybe a bit of eyeliner would do."
Daria moans again, sounding exasperated." Well, if you were a human, you'd do the same thing!"
After another 10 minutes I get out of the bathroom, get Daria's leash and head for the park. We walk silently on the sidewalk only stopping so Daria would smell a mailbox or a tree. I don't like walking her on the leash because she pulls me on to the grass and drags me all the way to some tree or rock. But I can't let her walk free 'cause of all the stray dogs that roam Jersey. And speaking of the devil, as we turn around the corner to get in the park, a pack of fierce-looking dogs started bearing their teeth and barking menacingly at us. I was scared like shit at the taught of what they could do to us. I tried to pull Daria back and go home, but she was to scared to move. The dogs started towards us and I was looking around desperate for help. Just as the dogs got very close, from out of nowhere, a guy about my age came from across the street. He had dark brown hair and gorgeous green eyes. He was with his dog to. As he aproached us, his dog started to bark furiously at me and Daria. I finaly lost my nerve and began shouting: "OK! Thanks a lot buddie! It wasn't enough there were 10 dogs on my ass, you had to come with yours to!"
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Ok, that's enough for now. Please tell me what you think!