Hello and welcome everyone!
With NaNoWriMo coming around the corner and my first finished product of original fiction being sent off for editing, I thought I would open up my original fiction blog so I can be able to discuss my journey as a fanfiction writer stepping into the realm of original fiction. I will mostly use this site for posting about any ongoings with original fiction, excerpts, research for my novel, writing my novel, etc. A lot about how I hope to become a successful writer one day with the various plot bunnies floating in the back of my mind. Everything is still under construction as of yet, but I will get it all rearing to go soon. For now I'll leave you a little teaser from my latest original fiction endeavor, My Pup, Her and I.
THIS ONE-SHOT CONTAINS REFERENCES TO DRUGS, RAPE AND USES EXPLICIT LANGUAGE. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.
Allen,
I just
wanted to let you know both your sisters are fine. After you fainted, we rushed
you off to the hospital then we noticed how in tough a condition your sisters
were. They are down the hall from you. My mom and I could not stay because of
the police who came in to investigate the conditions of you and your sisters while
you were sleeping. My mom doesn’t know if she can have any more people over our
host, it’s a bitch for me to even get to sleep on the couch . The police said
they could send them to a children’s home, but they only have room for two and
we told them you wouldn’t take the place of any of your sisters. I’m really
sorry Allen. I…
I tore the letter apart and tossed it over
to the seat besides me. They couldn’t help me out, in any way, what a great
dick of a friend I had! After I was nearly killed and now, as most may not have
noticed apparently, I have no family support. My sisters are both too young to
help me, too naïve to feel out the workings of the world along with me. Staying
at a children’s home was the best route for both of them. I would have to live
on the streets once I was freed from the disablements the hospital had placed
upon me.
There was a mirror across from me in my
room, placed unusually low so I could see myself perfectly in it. People had told me I was very handsome, very
matured for my age and all I saw was the complete opposite of that description.
My long dark brown hair was reminiscent of an unkempt bird’s nest minus the
gauze and marks of blood. My once tanned face had sunken in and verged on a
translucent pallor, outlining a severely weakened bone structure and hiding my
near-camouflaged green eyes. There was an otherworldly growl emanating from my
stomach signaling breakfast. I searched for the alert button to get a nurse to
hightail some waffles over my way. I clicked on it, right after I discovered
where it was. A nurse with bleach blonde hair and bright blue eyes appeared in
my door way within seconds.
“Good morning, Mr. Faylor! I’m guessing
you want some breakfast?” The nurse stated in the form of a question.
“Yes, waffles with some syrup, some
sausages and a milk, thank you,” I answered, my face blank of emotion.
“Alright,” The nurse nodded and smiled,
her ponytail bouncing on the back of her head when she turned away to get my
food.
My initial testosterone invigorated reaction was
“Man, that ass!” But my thoughts
resurfaced again on the remnants of the beaten down man in the mirror and I
whispered to myself, “Boy, am I fucked now?”
~
So what do you think? I like hearing peoples thoughts on a snippet to see if maybe you actually are predicting what's going on at a point quite far into the plot.
For now, I gotta get the hard hats on while you all are thinking about what tomfoolery is happening here?
Adios!
Timmy
