Wait A Fanboy

raffles and and the shit that went down in chapter nineteen

         I sat in silence for a long moment before I went to check my email. The sire of course was sketch but trustworthy; I've ordered books there before myself. The link took me directly to the raffle page, with bright yellows and reds flooding the screen. I skimmed the page eagerly, trying to find if there was any type of requirements to be followed. When I found the raffle instructions, I felt my stomach hurt in anticipation.
          Raffle instructions: Along with your contact and basic information, you will also have to either submit a drawing (fan art or other), short story with a minimum of 5,000 words and maximum of 20,000 words(fan made of original), and last but not least, a very convincing fan letter to the author which he will be reading. The raffle will begin in 8:23:57 so be wary of the limit of time you have to submit your item. The raffle will conclude on March 15th, 2018.Good luck, and enjoy your winnings!
         I checked the corner of the monitor. March 13th.i started sweating. I immediately got up and swung my door open shouting "STEPHANIE" downstairs. I told her to come up when she complained. As she marched up the stairs slowly, I raced over to my stack of sketchbooks and pulled up my short stories folder simultaneously. When she finally came up, I gave her my computer, flipping through various pages. I saw her start pacing, then sprint over to her own room.
          I flipped through several until I had decided on three different pictures;one portrait, one landscape, and then one... fanart. I grabbed my computer and scrolled through the numerous short stories I had but never finished. They were all either below 5,000,which I could kind of work with, or way above 20,000.i picked out one 7,000 words about a young kid who had a growth power interpret the new world he had introduced to, and one 3,000, where there is a boy along with many others trapped in cages for the rich's enjoyment. The main character is faced with escaping or helping the others, and he obviously escapes, and that's where it ended, not having a finishing touch.

        Last but no least,  I tried my best at writing a fan letter:

        Dear Mr.  Harris,  or whomever may be reading this,

        This will be written as if Mr.  Harris is reading it.  Now,  then,  I honestly dont know how fucked up your head is for writing that shit you did in chapter nineteen. Not to sound meticulous,  I am currently reading this for my blog.  Please understand that something may change my outlook later when I say that the last chapters so far have been fucking garbage.  It's called giving the fans what they want. Of course, you can say fuck this and that and write your own shit, but think about the monstrosity of a fanbase you have created. And then.  On top odd that, amusing them?  I'm honestly surprised you don't think someone may come just to assassinate you. Besides the point that what has happened until chapter twenty was complete was utter bullshit,  you are a great author. That Phoenix scene, my heart was racing, man. It would be an absolute honour to meet you face to face and be able to tell you that you are definitely a light in a quite plain life and to say that Sam doesn't deserve Matthew. This is supposed to be a fab letter, I know, but this is the nicest thing I can come up with right now. Sorry. And kudos on the sexual prowess with Phoenix. My wig was in orbit. And how many side is Phoenix going to have?

                                            A pleasure,
                                                 Sage Evans

       After proofreading our several times, I pulled out the short stories and finished them, deciding to go with the first one. Flipping through my art, I wasn't the best there was out there, so I had a 'fuck it' moment and went with my...  fan art.  After attaching all the files and taking pictures of the artwork, I submitted all of my work, leaning against the wall on my bed. Knowing Max, she probably relief on her art the most, and Steph mustered up ask she could in that fan letter. I shut my laptop, eyeing the deadline. 7:46:03. I pulled my phone out, checking YouTube for any new videos, before finding my sleep music, obviously falling asleep to the thoughts of a Jamison Harris reveal and Phoenix's sexual prowess.

A/N---- hey y'all sorry anyways phoenixs sexual prowess when I wrote it had me shook to my core and why cant this crap happen to me like pls c s pacat hmu