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30 Days of Writing: (29) Simple

To say his life was a mess was an understatement.

It was a disaster.

According to Drew at least.

The two of them were very alike in many waysCollapse )

30 Days of Writing: (28) Promise

He felt nothing as he cut through his enemies. Blood splattered everywhere, but he moved so fast that it didn’t even dirty his clothes.

He was untouchable.

A caress on the left side of his forehead. “You have a scar there.”

"Retreat!" Collapse )

30 Days of Writing: (27) Letters

“Wow.” Noah’s eyes were wide in shock and awe. “That’s a lot of cupcakes.”

I blew my bangs from my face as I mixed another batch. “Still not enough for all of Avalon.”

“There are three hundred agents in Avalon,” he commented as he examined a nearby tray of cupcakes. “I don’t think your apartment can hold that many, no matter how big it is.”

I gave him a Look. I was well aware of how many people are employed at Avalon. “I will be giving these to my department first.”

"That's favoritism," he teased.Collapse )

I learned something new today

I typed facebok.com by accident and went "oops dammit now I gotta--"

But then it redirected me to Facebook and all I could do was just stare in silence for a few seconds, wondering if this was the real life.

You crafty bastard, you.

30 Days of Writing: (26) Diamond

I was in Tokyo in order to meet with Akito Enomoto as the man had insisted on giving the files in person; apparently, he did not want to risk it being hacked if he sent it over the network. I had already been here for two days, waiting for him to finish avoiding his pursuers as he came from Kyoto. He was a very paranoid man, but I should expect that from someone who was being chased for designing a machine for memory manipulation; I could name several who would want to have that in their hands.

“How’s Tokyo, Maddy?” Noah asked as we video-chatted. I was currently in my hotel, awaiting the call from Enomoto.

"Same as usual."Collapse )

30 Days of Writing: (25) Winter

“It’s February. Why the hell is it so cold?” Drew complained as we walked to the mission debriefing room. “And it’s snowing. Why?!”

“At least it is not windy,” I said, trying to comfort her.

She turned to me with suspicion. “Was that your doing?”

I blinked, surprised. “You noticed?”

“Wait, really? I was just kidding!” she exclaimed, eyes wide.

"Oh."Collapse )

30 Days of Writing: (24) Outside

A year had almost passed since I was marked by Death. Lying on my back on the sofa, I stared at my hand as I held it up against the light. With a heavy sigh, I covered my face with my arm.

I heard the door open. “I’m home.”

I sat up, leaning against the back of the sofa. “Welcome home.”

"Eh?"Collapse )
And when I opened the box, this was inside as well!

espeon plushie

My boyfriend knows what I like best: Pokemon plushies. 

30 Days of Writing: (23) Thousand

“Do something!”

“Do you have any bright ideas?!”

“We’re gonna die at this rate!”

“Commander Spanner, please give us orders!”

“Shut the fuck up already!”
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30 Days of Writing: (22) Mad

On one of her complete days off (no school and no work), I invited my best friend to lunch with me. A sort of peace offering. She accepted, and here we were, eating at a bistro and catching up.

“You are completely crazy!” Drew exclaimed with a laugh.

“And yet you do not protest,” I remarked with a smirk.

She waved her hand dismissively. “Details, details. Besides, there are worse guys out there to be dating.”

I sipped my coffee. “So… are you still mad?”

“Nah,” she said, chewing on her burger. “Can’t be mad at you. You always have a reason for everything you do. I might not always understand it, but I trust you.”

“Thank you,” I said, smiling.

"You know he almost sliced my hair off last time, right?"Collapse )