The darkling had drugged his date, in his home, and was about to take a bite out of her neck. His first victim as a vampire. Eventually, he would know hypnosis, and maybe could make the bite on the willing conscious. That would be another first. But for now, she was his, all his, to do what he wants with. He licked her face.
This is stupid. I’m not going to write this. Worst book beginning, ever.
So what am I gonna do all day? I’m SOO bored. Maybe I’ll … drink bleach? Stab someone? Eat a pizza? Run around, jog or whatever? Walk a dog? Read a book, magazine, watch tv? Talk on the phone? Text. Write a blog. Write a journal. Take pictures. Set something on fire. Do pushups. Sit against a wall. Take a nap. Eat whatever’s in the kitchen. Take the bus somewhere. Go hiking. Listen to music. Yes. Music. Or pop someone’s tires. No, music.
This is stupid, too.
I’m going to write. About? Well, blowing up a jail, maybe. That might be fun. No, not flatulence. An actual explosion. Like OK city. A terrorist. A terrorist who hates criminals, lol. An even stronger act of deterrence. Should work, right? Maybe a dozen explosions, around the country, around the world. That oughtta do the trick. Cops would probably even help me.
No, I’m not going to write that. Someone else, can, if they feel like it.
Well, have a nice day.
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