Hello readers :3 So I'm going to try a new experimental writing that I saw done with another story. Now please don't think I am going to sit here and take all the credit for the writing style, I'm not because: THIS WRITING STYLE WAS INSPIRED BY DEATHTHETEENAGEGIRL'S Amitie Ou Amour? If you haven't read it, I highly suggest it! It's one of my favorite KiMa stories, even if its not complete.
Enough rambling, I will now tell you what exactly I'm going to do. Basically, I am going to start writing a KiMa story, posting very short chapters very frequently (as in, maybe even 2-3 chapters daily, but don't hold me to it.) If you don't like the short chapters, don't bother in complaining or reading; because I'm not changing my mind. But here is my twist to this style, after a few chapters I write, I will start looking at the reviews and add in stuff that you guys suggest. I will also give credit to those who get their idea featured. Like I said before, this is completely experimental, so it could get pretty crazy; but who are we without a little madness.
Maka sighed contently from her place curled up in the soft cushiony chair with a good book, golden lamp light covering her in the otherwise darkened room. Sure it was only 5 p.m and there was still a bit of daylight left, but both Maka and Soul had agreed on turning in early and therefore drew the curtains over the living room window. Soul sat a bit in front of Maka on the living room couch watching television. He never would understand the blonde's need for books, but he rather liked the uncrushed feeling of his head and decided to keep all 'bookworm' comments to herself.
Blair, on the other hand, was feeling rather bored, and Soul refused to pay her any mind. "Why do you insist on reading so much?" The feline purred as she pounced up into the scythe meister's lap, crumpling the pages of her book slightly. Maka sighed in frustration as she flattened the pages back down.
"Because I enjoy it." Maka said, trying to keep her short temper under control.
"Why?" The cat pressed, really just trying to irritate the girl.
"It's actually quite interesting." Maka said, knowing reverse psychology was the only way to detour the mischievous feline. "It about these two kids who were going have to live with their cruel aunt and uncle, but they ran away into the streets of Venice and were taken in by-" Maka paused as a knock on their apartment door caught her attention. Eight knocks, to be exact.
So that's it! Feel free to leave suggestions in the reviews!
Ok, now before you yell at me to stop working on new projects and work on the next chapter of Beyond Help, I promise there will be a new chapter up tonight! (or at least within the next 5 or so hours, you know, time differences.)