It's rather short. Tell me if it's ok tho and I'll make the rest longer
I do NOT own the show, charaters or rights to this fic if it's terrible
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This one day I was walking down the street minding my own business, well not really, what I was actually doing was throwing rocks at random people that got in my way and trying to think up a good fanfic idea. Then it hit me. Or it could have just been a rock someone threw back at me. Well Which ever.
So anyway, that day I bought a small shop on FanFic Writers Way, a small alleyway known only to fanfic writers. My new store was kinda small. Hello? Did I say small? I mean so-small-it-is-the-size-of-a-reeeeaally-small-closet-small. The coloring is rather...interesting though. I think a rabid fangirl had rented this place last. After all who else would paint it pink and orange. Something was wrong with her head. Unfortunately my current funds did not include enough to pay to remove all such evidence of fangirlishness of the highest calibar.
So I did the best to hide the horrific paint job by covering every inch of the small wall space with posters. Yup, that part was taken care of but there remains the little problem with a desk. How to get a desk in a 6 foot space hmmm.
A few hours later and a hell of a lot of cussing I built a perfectly acceptable desk out of cardboard and glue and stuffed it into my shop. Now. Time to open the Shop!
I put up a sign in front of my shop. I mean people would like to know what I'm selling right?
Perfect Writers
We sell fanfic ideas by the millions(sorta)
Come right in and watch your head(ceilings are low)
And meet your friendly store owner(as long as she's being friendly)
~Shannon
Oh yeah people were coming in by the truck load. Yup, that's why I'm sitting here playing 'Hit Your Head On The Wall'. And look! I've sold half an idea so far! Whoo! Ok so I'm really not doing so great. Aw well maybe next time.
I was interrupted from my thrilling game of 'starring at the bug crawl up the wall' by the tinkling of the little bell over the door. The being that caused such a stur was about 4 or 5 feet high wearing a black trenchcoat that perfectly matched his jet black hair. The only thing about him that was not black was his white headband across his forehead. He looks strangely familiar too, like someone I should be really scared of meeting. It was a good thing he was so short tho, he didn't have to stoop to get into my oh so grand shop.
"Excuse me, You sell fanfiction ideas right?" The man in black asked.
"Sure do! Anything I can help you with? Your my first customer!" I screeked.
Starting at me like I was a lunitic or something, he replied "Fine whatever I need a fanfic idea...A bad fanfic idea."
"Umm...sure. Odd request really but...Yeah how about you interview the people your fic is about? Those can turn out really bad and are like so over done."
"Fine" He started to walk out the door.
"HEY WAIT!" I yelled after him, "you need to pay!"
Turning around and giving me a rather evil look he sneared, "How about I let you live as payment?" Spinning around, he walked out the door. Needless to say I let him....
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That was interesting. God I had fun writing this. ^_^
I do NOT own the show, charaters or rights to this fic if it's terrible
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This one day I was walking down the street minding my own business, well not really, what I was actually doing was throwing rocks at random people that got in my way and trying to think up a good fanfic idea. Then it hit me. Or it could have just been a rock someone threw back at me. Well Which ever.
So anyway, that day I bought a small shop on FanFic Writers Way, a small alleyway known only to fanfic writers. My new store was kinda small. Hello? Did I say small? I mean so-small-it-is-the-size-of-a-reeeeaally-small-closet-small. The coloring is rather...interesting though. I think a rabid fangirl had rented this place last. After all who else would paint it pink and orange. Something was wrong with her head. Unfortunately my current funds did not include enough to pay to remove all such evidence of fangirlishness of the highest calibar.
So I did the best to hide the horrific paint job by covering every inch of the small wall space with posters. Yup, that part was taken care of but there remains the little problem with a desk. How to get a desk in a 6 foot space hmmm.
A few hours later and a hell of a lot of cussing I built a perfectly acceptable desk out of cardboard and glue and stuffed it into my shop. Now. Time to open the Shop!
I put up a sign in front of my shop. I mean people would like to know what I'm selling right?
Perfect Writers
We sell fanfic ideas by the millions(sorta)
Come right in and watch your head(ceilings are low)
And meet your friendly store owner(as long as she's being friendly)
~Shannon
Oh yeah people were coming in by the truck load. Yup, that's why I'm sitting here playing 'Hit Your Head On The Wall'. And look! I've sold half an idea so far! Whoo! Ok so I'm really not doing so great. Aw well maybe next time.
I was interrupted from my thrilling game of 'starring at the bug crawl up the wall' by the tinkling of the little bell over the door. The being that caused such a stur was about 4 or 5 feet high wearing a black trenchcoat that perfectly matched his jet black hair. The only thing about him that was not black was his white headband across his forehead. He looks strangely familiar too, like someone I should be really scared of meeting. It was a good thing he was so short tho, he didn't have to stoop to get into my oh so grand shop.
"Excuse me, You sell fanfiction ideas right?" The man in black asked.
"Sure do! Anything I can help you with? Your my first customer!" I screeked.
Starting at me like I was a lunitic or something, he replied "Fine whatever I need a fanfic idea...A bad fanfic idea."
"Umm...sure. Odd request really but...Yeah how about you interview the people your fic is about? Those can turn out really bad and are like so over done."
"Fine" He started to walk out the door.
"HEY WAIT!" I yelled after him, "you need to pay!"
Turning around and giving me a rather evil look he sneared, "How about I let you live as payment?" Spinning around, he walked out the door. Needless to say I let him....
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That was interesting. God I had fun writing this. ^_^