I .. have no words. Gotta love you guys. I'm so happy, I can't tell you. 8 reviews on my last story. In letters: eight.
Thank you to the three guests; to Shiho M (again), lil'chrome-chan (my feels. One of the first FF I ever read was one of yours!), Kudo2315 (again!), jackjiahe (your long and constructive review helped me a lot!) and hai-edogawa ('gain).
All in all the message was: grammar errors and more potential for longer stories than I think.
I don't know where I should work on the first one though. spend/spent was pointed out, but something else?
Today was kind of long and this came to my mind. Short and random. enjoy anyway.
I try to write a story with chapters, whenever a wild idea appears.
Detective Conan belongs to Gosho Aoyama.
She held it in her hands. It was blue and white. His old self, known as Shinichi Kudo. She put the capsule in a metal box, together with wadding.
Her job was done here.
The antidote gave a probability of 100 % in working. Either would he die or stay in his adult form. Conan Edogawa would disappear. Forever. It would make his cells resist against the APTX 4869.
She would call him over soon and already asked herself if he would accept the game – swallow it and live or die.
One thing for sure: he'd ask her if she would take a capsule herself. She already prepared her answer, more than one time already. But she also knew that there were two things he could do. He could either swallow it or he wouldn't. She wondered what his reason would be if he chose the second thing.
He had somebody waiting on him. There would be no problem if he just would go back into his old life. He would come up with something why Conan suddenly disappeared. That made her smile for no reason and she put the capsule between her thumb and index finger.
Are you ready to play a game, Kudo? I got you.