Hi everyone, I really like reading and sharing fiction, so thought we
could have a thread on that topic. Please post up your creative
writings, perhaps expecting or hoping for some feedback from our awesome
BB community. Hi amberlite! Here is a snipp...
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Hi everyone, I really like reading and sharing fiction, so thought we
could have a thread on that topic. Please post up your creative
writings, perhaps expecting or hoping for some feedback from our awesome
BB community. Hi amberlite! Here is a snippet of something I wrote in
2014, I hope you are reminded of your sassy lady! Feel free to add
anything you want - maybe describing Stephanie's district or Stephanie
and sassygirl's meeting, or even an "old" memory sassygirl/She has about
Stephanie. glhf. She flicked the cigarette into the night, its arc lit
up like tracer fire but she didn't see, as she'd already turned her back
and was striding the other way. Before the discarded cigarette had
touched the ground She knew her answer to Little Johnnie's "request"
would be no, and as the burning remains of tar sizzled in the shallow
pavement puddle She calculated the consequences of her decision. It
wouldn't be hard for Johnnie's Crew to take her down at the usual meet
place, just too many of them and not enough exits, despite the
publicity. No, this would require a rethinking of the relationship from
the environment up. She'd been useful to Little Johnnie for a long time,
but now She had discovered a deeply personal reason to turn him down,
and worse a recently discovered obligation that has a priority superior
to everything else. Circumstances, data, observations, theories, plots,
webs, truths and propaganda flew threw Her head as the now firmly out
cigarette was crushed and twisted to wedge into the left shoe of Doby, a
quieteye in Johnnie's Crew, tailing a little too close, but still
unnoticed due to Her distracted state. Doby stopped and scrapped the
cigarette off onto the gutter and hitched his collar up higher against
the light rain just now restarting. Pacing firmly as was Her custom, She
was twenty two metres away from the discarded tobacco, when her query to
Steph was answered succintely "Yes." which meant that She would walk
another one hundred and forty metres to the subway entrance and seek
passage to Stephanie's district, literately Stephanie's district...
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