New fiction. Storing it here momentarily

Jul 16, 2007 08:24

He wasn't sure how he'd let himself get talked into this misadventure, but he was sure that he regretted it. Patrick Stump walked along the broken, aged sidewalk of the French Quarter sandwiched between his friends. It was Peter's idea. "See the city," he'd said. "Know the culture," he'd said ( Read more... )

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allvah July 16 2007, 19:43:39 UTC
Your skill at sentence structure and variety of description is quite admirable. It's apparent you have a knack for this sort of thing. So......what band are you writing about this time? Heh, I feel like I should know, but I'm too lazy to do a google search about it.

You need some original characters, hun. :)

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