Good day ol chap, how do you do!
Well. Here we are. Like 5 years later and I'm back here. But this time, instead of fangirling over a badboy and a ohI'msoaveragehowcouldthishotboiiiieverwantmeeeeeee, I'm looking to try this out as an exercise on my creative writing.
If you liked Renovation Complication boi o boi can I absolutely guarantee you nothing with this lil experiment here I mean really. All I can say is that I'm trying my hand again at some comedyish bullshit, but this time also getting some adventure in there question mark????
Anyways, so this story is going to go against everything my writing brain has to say and is going to be COMPLETELY UNPLANNED (to the extent that my crippling anxiety will allow me) and I am going to rely a lot on you, as my audience to give me ideas and tell me where the fuck you want this story to go. Yep. I'm doing that.
So, essentially, tell me what you want. Genuinely. I want to test myself to see if I can make unexpected things work.
Tell me what characters you want, what their relationship should be, what events you want to happen in order to get to what was mentioned in the blurb.
Lazy plot inventing on my behalf, but a fucking terrifying leap of faith in developing my writing skills without getting stuck on planning.
MORAL OF THE STORY: comment. Interact. I don't care if it's the most ridiculous thing ever. I will desperately try to make it work. Seriously. It's going to be my goal to make it fucking work. Don't write me a boring story, now.
Anyways, so here is the setup my dear ol chaps:
Mary-Lin's parents knew for a fact that Mary-Lin was in her bedroom, practicing the cello just like she had done every night after dinner for the past four years. There was absolutely no chance that she was, say, on a sinking row boat in Guam with her arch enemy, trying desperately to patch up a fountaining leak-caused-by-gunshot with one and a half tampons, a soy candle, and an expired can of dry shampoo. Except that she was.
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this didn't go as originally planned
AdventureMary-Lin's parents knew for a fact that Mary-Lin was in her bedroom, practicing the cello just like she had done every night after dinner for the past four years. There was absolutely no chance that she was, say, on a sinking row boat in Guam with h...
