Grumpy's Guide, More Accessible Version by Grumpy-Juice-Demon, journal
Grumpy's Guide, More Accessible Version
Good morning, good day, good afternoon, good evening, whatever time of day it is for you right now. I actually did something almost comparative to writing today. I decided to do something I've wanted to do for a while: look at my old writing guide outline. And not just that, but break it up into individual chapters to make the work as a whole accessible and readable. Luckily, doing so also enabled me to implement the redrafted outline of chapters eight and nine. So there actually is progress made on this monster project of mine. CHAPTER ONE https://docs.google.com/document/d/1XATYO84p_Zq_RDgxRLnxb9nYWyQ30Hm8uq3GJuaNZJw/edit?usp=sharing CHAPTER TWO https://docs.google.com/document/d/1wsv1FD2npeSpxyw706wwf_WDqimEO_rqs-p_A5kS_kA/edit?usp=sharing CHAPTER THREE https://docs.google.com/document/d/1NoNx8PdZecWDm8XaC488owcapqMl57x-UPWgwe6lUD0/edit?usp=sharing CHAPTER FOUR https://docs.google.com/document/d/1TH3ptKGwHi185bN8jty-3f49USACBP9ZPROL1bSpc_A/edit?usp=sharing CHAPTER
“You just had to instigate with them, didn’t you?” Tharja snarled. “Hey, I was just having some good fun!” Henry chuckled, dodging another arrow. “Not like this wasn’t our mission or whatever!” Tharja rolled her eyes as she blasted another spell towards their pursuers. Mercenaries had been stirring up trouble along the Plegia-Ylisse border, and Chrom, now the Exalt, had tasked them to negotiate a peaceful deal. And by that, Henry interpreted that to mean ‘start blasting spells’. They ducked behind a large pile of rocks, Tharja firing off another spell before huddling next to Henry. “Great. We’re trapped. And now we’re going to die.” Tharja huffed. “Aww, come on, Tharja! Don’t say that! There’s no way we’d die like this!” “And what makes you so sure!” “Because I’ve developed a much better way to go out! And I’ll be taking them with me!” With that, Henry produced a small red ball from his pocket and tossed it into his mouth. “Seriously? A snack? At a time like this?” “It’s not
Beautiful Pooltoy date - Brendan by Rod-Roger, literature
Literature
Beautiful Pooltoy date - Brendan
In your hand was a beautiful badge, a glowing red pin with a flame at the top of it. You could see those shimmering blue eyes staring back at you. Excitement was filling your chest after that battle, but was it the thrill that got to you or was it her. At the gym, inside of the steam and heat of it all, you were face to face with a beautiful woman. Her long, shining red hair tied in a wild ponytail like it was a flame with those red eyes filled with the growing passion of a gym leader. Her body was something else, a curvaceous woman with a slender waist wearing a tight black t-shirt with a flame on it and a pair of jeans with an oversized red belt around her hips. She was new to being a gym leader like you and yet the both of you fought like seasoned professionals, at least that’s how it appears anyway. What you would give to have a moment with that beautiful woman again, even if it was for a rematch. “Hey…B-Brendan! Glad…uhm… Glad I caught you!” That voice cries out, that