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ruthiestumpI'm WAY too attached to fanfiction. School is getting in the way of reading and writing and I don't like it. I use up any opportunity to write during classes but I can't write about Mikey being a cheerleader AND take notes on what limits a fucking government, which by the fucking way is basically 4th grade stuff. I'm just glad that there is no class on Thursday or Friday and I could possibly use that time to finish all of the freaking ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
mcr_bingo drafts in my email/iPod.
I haven't posted any fics in a while so I thought I would post up the first paragraph of one of themcr_bingo prompts. This one is for AU: Vampire and I was pretty proud of it... until my creativity flew away. -___- Oh imagination, why must you hurt me so?
Frank watched the tall skinny guy from across the room with interest. He was intrigued by the way he danced to the band onstage as he ignored the drink in his hand when it started to spill. Frank couldn't help but stare at the way the boy's shirt rode up and exposed the pale skin above his hip bone. But the one thing that Frank couldn't tear his eyes away from for a long period of time was the guy's neck. His adams apple protruded out of his throat beautifully, bouncing up and down whenever he took a sip of his beer. There were thin blue veins, barely visible through his skin, snaking around the guy's throat making Frank lick his lips. He just wanted to taste them. He watched the guy move his way through the massive thrashing crowd, finishing off his cup as he made
his way toward the kegs in the back. It was his fourth refill but Frank was starting to get hungry and he didn't like his victims so intoxicated.
mcr_bingo drafts in my email/iPod.I haven't posted any fics in a while so I thought I would post up the first paragraph of one of the
mcr_bingo prompts. This one is for AU: Vampire and I was pretty proud of it... until my creativity flew away. -___- Oh imagination, why must you hurt me so?Frank watched the tall skinny guy from across the room with interest. He was intrigued by the way he danced to the band onstage as he ignored the drink in his hand when it started to spill. Frank couldn't help but stare at the way the boy's shirt rode up and exposed the pale skin above his hip bone. But the one thing that Frank couldn't tear his eyes away from for a long period of time was the guy's neck. His adams apple protruded out of his throat beautifully, bouncing up and down whenever he took a sip of his beer. There were thin blue veins, barely visible through his skin, snaking around the guy's throat making Frank lick his lips. He just wanted to taste them. He watched the guy move his way through the massive thrashing crowd, finishing off his cup as he made
his way toward the kegs in the back. It was his fourth refill but Frank was starting to get hungry and he didn't like his victims so intoxicated.
