Inspiration: I was riding the bus yesterday afternoon, and one of the guys that I like talked for the first time I can remember.
Time to Plot Idea: Thirty minutes, not including procrastination time. (^_~)
Time to Type: Thirty minutes
Dear Duncan's Voice,
Can I have you please? Please, please, please?
Okay, before you freak out, mind you, I have a crush on your owner. He's cute. Completely cute. Sexy, even.
Yes, definitely sexy.
You, you are a nice voice. Very nice, indeed.
First of all, you have that cocky undertone that all young men seem to have. The deep bass is such a nice thing, too. It's not too deep, not too shallow. It rumbled through me, and vibrated the air in your proximity. And how you make the words sound? My name sounds way better when you say it than when I do. And I'm not even trying to suck up or anything about that. It's only a fact.
And, oh, I remember the first time I heard you come from your owner. First day of eleventh grade. Third period. Duncan said his name, using you.
I was instantly hooked. I knew that from that point on, I would need to hear that voice Monday thru Friday. I would need both you and the owner of you. You were something that made that boring history class more bearable.
You made my spine tremble with...what could I call it? Ecstasy? Joy? Elation? Rapture? Whatever it was, I wanted more of it. No, more like needed more of it.
Aurgh, how I sound like a Mary-Sue. No, I sound more like Bella Swan from the Twilight Saga. Perhaps I should curb those Bella-ish thoughts. I hate Mary-Sue-ism.
But, you know, I'm just trying to get at something. You and your owner are both something I really, really want. Bad.
So, please, please let me have you. For the sake of my well-being, yours, and Duncan's.
Sincerely, Gwendolyn.
I hope you liked it.
I based this story on a true story – mine.
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Thanks!
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