Yesterday, instead of working on The Girl Who Ate the Poisoned Apple, I started writing on a new story, Summer Fun That Never Ended (hooray for long titles!). I started writing it because my brother was using my computer and, instead of simply working on The Poisoned Apple and writing it down on notebook paper, I decided to write Summer Fun. I only got far in writing on one sheet of notebook paper- back and front. I wonder how much it is on the computer. Anyways, it's a bit of a danger 'cause that's usually the sign of me wanting to start another story. I'm trying not to do that now. Lucky for me, I've been working off and on on The Poisoned Apple for a year now, so the characters are firmly in my head. They're begging me to finish the story and I'm looking forward to writing about them. I'm on chapter fourteen now. It's a flashback chapter for two of my vampires (when they were human). I'm almost done with it.
I decided to post an excerpt from The Poisoned Apple. Don't know why sense I'm the only one reading this blog XD. It's from the first chapter, "The House of the Uninvited"; a chapter that might have to be chopped into two or at least get rid of the heavy exposition in some parts. Here it is, in its unedited glory:
Rae had not cried at her grandmother's funeral; not that anyone had noticed.
Regardless, there had been enough tears to pass around. Her grandmother's friends cried. Sparks shed tears from one eye; the other having long gone missing. Opal White had cried the loudest, as was expected. The fact that she had worn a slightly more formal version of her usual attire- she wore outfits of clashing animal prints and bespectacled, gaudy sunglasses -made her cries even more noticeable. Prudish yet courteous Mr. Rogers, who doubled as the deceased woman's attorney, wept. Even the sensible and analytical Arthur Pryor had cried; though, the constant glares on his thick, bifocal glasses had made it difficult to tell.
That's all folks. Back to writing... or surfing the internet...
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