So I love writing fanfictions but I dont generally finish them if you guys haven't noticed. So in this book I will be writing short stories/ imagines. It will include: Matt Smith, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Shawn Spenser, Damon Salvatore, Pete...
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-I drew the above picture today! YAY! -
-this is a continuation for the previous 2, dedicated to zukie123love :) I am super sorry it has taken me this long to write this!!! *sobs*-
I groaned when my alarm clock beeped rapidly. I absolutely loathed the fact that I had to get up before it was light out, and to make matters worse, it was raining. A wonderful start to the day, just wonderful.
I rolled out of bed and shivered as the cold air touched my skin. Dark, rainy and cold. The perfect combination for the perfect day. I quickly changed into a pair of leggings, a navy blue sweater and laced on some combat boots. My job at the press required nicer apparel, so I refrained from going into work in my pajamas. Next, I pulled my hair into a high ponytail and fixed my makeup.
Before heading out of the house, I grabbed my satchel which contained my paperwork for the press, and of course, my secret investigation on The Flash.
Part of me was tempted to put myself in a situation in which the Flash would have to come and rescue me and then I could speak to him...if I was fast enough that is. Heck, he has already saved me three times and he was gone before I could even get a glance. Was he young? Was he old? But I knew that putting myself in danger just so the Flash would save me really wasn't the wisest thing to do, and well, it was a selfish idea, so I always pushed it out of my mind when the thought came.
I could start a blog perhaps, and maybe it would become popular enough for the Flash to notice it and try to communicate with me. Though the chances of that are quite slim. But it doesn't hurt to try.
Like normal, work was a drag; but I pushed through and FINALLY it was time for me to go home.
Upon entering my apartment (I had moved out of dad's just a few weeks ago), I grabbed a cold slice of pizza and began my blog.
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2K subscribers in just a week????? Mind boggling. Man, I didn't know I could write that well. Guess it pays off to be a reporter. I kept the blog anonymous, not wanting to draw any special attention to myself from any creepers out there. I try to devise a plan to get in contact with the Flash, I am sure that he must know of my blog, if not subscribed to it. Hey, if I was a superhero, I would follow a blog on myself....that isn't weird...is it?
If I were to set up a place and say, "Meet me (name of place) at (time)." I would have multiple people showing up just to see the Flash up close. Cross out that idea.
Maybe I should have the blog public and than he can find me? But would he even do that? Also, who knows what other creeps would find me.
I drum my fingers on my desk, contemplating ideas.
Maybe I could just simply ask? Have the Flash private message me. Does he do that? Maybe a creeper would private message me....
"Ugh!" I groan aloud and plop my head in my hands. Howwwww?????
