28 4 / 2013
So, earlier this evening, I was thinking that I was close to done with a chapter.
1,000 words later… Chapter, why are you still continuing on?! And I STILL need to go back and write a transition between two scenes earlier in the chapter…
27 4 / 2013
"‘I studied far in advance,’ says my mother. ‘I studied when the breathing coming from the beds and coming through the wood walls was deep and even. The night before exams, when the other students stayed up, I went to bed early[…]’ The sweat of hard work is not to be displayed. It is much more graceful to appear favored by the gods."
26 4 / 2013
I was sorting through some of the bits and pieces of randomly saved writing that I have, and I found a short little start of something… I’m not even sure what I wrote it for anymore. xD
The handle of your front door jiggled as someone unlocked the door. You paused the TV and stared at the door. You weren’t expecting Kaiba, but he was the only one who ever just unlocked your door like that. He was too impatient to wait for you to answer the door, especially since he often came over unannounced like this.
Of course, you always found yourself wondering when and how he managed to obtain a key. You certainly didn’t remember ever giving him one.
The door swung open, and Kaiba stepped into your apartment. He closed the door and slid the deadbolt into place. You didn’t bother moving from your seat, and he walked across the room to stand near you.
You smiled. “Done with work for the day?”
“For now.” He gestured toward the TV. “What is it?”
“Romantic comedy.” You bit your lip, trying to hold back a smile. You knew how he felt about those kinds of movies.
He sat down next to you on the couch. “Turn on something else.”
“Hey! I happen to want to see what happens next.”
He grabbed the remote off the table. You dove for it, trying to stop him from getting it. He was too fast for you, and you missed. “They get together. The end,” he dryly stated. Then he began to search through the different channels.
You tried to reach over him for the remote. He used his long arms to his advantage and held it out of your reach while fending you off. “Don’t put on anything related to Duel Monsters,” you warned. “I refuse to watch a children’s show about some monster saving the world or whatever.”
“There aren’t any interesting tournaments running today or I would turn one on.” He pulled you down and into his chest. “Sit still,” he ordered as he surfed through the channels.
10 4 / 2013
I did post this to the Kaiba group on facebook, but I figured that I might post it here. It’s a short scene that I thought might end up in A Handful of Bullet Shells. I’m not sure if I’ll ever use it in the story, but here you go: