Can't... Original fiction
So, I was really bored and wanted to write something but didn't know what so I asked Helen (Spu023) to give me something to write. Anything at all. Heh. Below is what she gave me and what my mind twisted out of that. lol. It's a little over 100 words but not 200 words, there might be more there but for now we both like it as it is. Hee. :)
The end might not fit 100%, but I like it. lol. :)
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You can't make me hate, but I can't make you love.
It's actually very sad and pathetic, but this is so not how Sam had thought her life would play itself out. She had known that the whole white picket fence and a golden retriever wasn't really in the picture, but she had thought that the same went for her being an workaholic. She wasn't even one for the right reasons.
She used to have a social life, friends, fun now and then but now she only worked, worked, worked.
It wasn't so much the job itself that kept her working all hours instead of leaving with most of the people at the end of the day but someone who worked as hard as her, possibly more if that was even possible. They were barely friends. The occasional chats and 'Hi, how are you?'s' when they met somewhere outside of work as rare as that was already.
Rose just couldn't make Sam hate, but Sam couldn't make Rose love.
The End.
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Now I'm going back to reading some real good fanfic I found. *Grins*
The end might not fit 100%, but I like it. lol. :)
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You can't make me hate, but I can't make you love.
It's actually very sad and pathetic, but this is so not how Sam had thought her life would play itself out. She had known that the whole white picket fence and a golden retriever wasn't really in the picture, but she had thought that the same went for her being an workaholic. She wasn't even one for the right reasons.
She used to have a social life, friends, fun now and then but now she only worked, worked, worked.
It wasn't so much the job itself that kept her working all hours instead of leaving with most of the people at the end of the day but someone who worked as hard as her, possibly more if that was even possible. They were barely friends. The occasional chats and 'Hi, how are you?'s' when they met somewhere outside of work as rare as that was already.
Rose just couldn't make Sam hate, but Sam couldn't make Rose love.
The End.
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Now I'm going back to reading some real good fanfic I found. *Grins*