INTRICATE DEMISE: A COMPLICATED ENDING
If you wish to start the story, feel free to scroll down. This first part is just some helpful info...
A BRIEFING:
This story is about a car club that I truly own in the DFW, Texas, USA area. I am unsure as to where the story is going because it's based on real life events. To an extent of course. Only I will ever know the difference between fact and fiction. Since weird things happen to me, I would say alot of the stuff within these pages that most would believe as fiction, is probably true. That's just the way it goes around here. Never fear, this is my first take at fanfic and I am a bit rusty with a 5 year writer's block. Oh, and if you haven't noticed, I LOVE punctuation. I have a tendancy to overdo it. That and run on sentences. But please, don't let it stop you from enjoying what I hope will turn out to be a fairly interesting short story. As for Tempest asking if any of the characters from TFTF and all related ideas are within these pages, Who knows???
CHARACTERS:
Silver- Our heroine
Valeen (Val)- Our soap Opera
Jared- Our Leprechan
Koda- The man who knows EVERYTHING
Ronnie- A royal pain in the arse
Angel- The sweet saviour that keeps everything calm, mainly Silver.
INTRICATE DEMISE CAR CLUB- Silver's beater car club
Operation Burnout Car Club- The evilness of the story
A NOTE:
The whole beginning of the story is due for a revamp. It was something I wrote in like 20 minutes and I am very upset with it. I beg your forgiveness.
PREMISE:
What is this story about. Hmmm, hard to say since I didn't really know when I started writing it. Besides, if I told you at the start, who would read it? Let's put it this way. It's about a girl run beater car club trying to make it in a boys world. Sounds good. As for any other plot?? It's in the words my friend...
NOW ON WITH THE SHOW::::::
Intricate Demise: A Complicated Ending
Chapter One: A Simple Beginning
Silver floored the dark green aging 94' Honda Accord, feeling the body rattle all around her. She groaned as another red light made her slam on the brakes, a slight squealing noise permeating from the front tires. She was gonna be late for work again, no denying it. She slammed her fists against the steering wheel, cussing under her breath. Her boss was gonna either fire her or kill her. She debated which would be worse as she jumped on the gas again as the light went green. The sick whine of an untuned motor resounding in her ears.
"God, I wish the damn radio worked, at least it wouldn't be so boring to drive this clunking heap."
She flew around the corner, narrowly missing an SUV as she swerved into the parking lot. The Honda bucked as she rammed it into the closest parking spot of the fast food restaurant she worked at. Leaping out, she slammed the door, not bothering to lock it in hopes someone would steal the beater out from under her.
Flying through the door, she gave a quick wave to Valeen. Punching in, she turned and saw the glare from her boss, June.
"Your late....AGAIN!!"
"Yes, I know, I overslept"
"Silver you're better than this, if you are late one more time this week, I'll have to write you up"
"Yes maam."
She gave a quick smile as she went up to do her daily grind, gossiping with Valeen, or Val, as she called her.
"So Val, how goes it?"
"Oh, you know, same story, different day. Me and Brendan are fighting again. He says that I'm cheating on him. You know I'm not though," she cried.
"Yeah, I know. Men are so insecure. Don't worry Val, once you can hang out again we'll find you a man that will treat you right."
"Thanks Silver, you always lift my spirits when I work with you."
Most of that day, Silver spent dreaming, of owning a whole fleet of tuned, racing machines. Imports, Domestics, American Muscle, she didn't care so long as they purred like a panther and she was behind the wheel. Gazing into the parking lot she spied Jared rolling up in his old beater. An older Honda Accord then her own. He parked beside her and she noticed how both had faded paint, sagging bumpers, and just screaming for a tune up.
As Jared walked in an idea hit her.
"Hey Jared, why don't we start the Crappy Hondas of Ft. Worth Club?"
Jared grinned, "Sure, I'll draw up the logo, I've seen plenty of Hondas on their last legs."
Valeen piped up, "Hey I wanna join!"
Silver debated, "But you drive a Ford Escort, hmm I guess we can call it the Crappy Cars of Ft. Worth and be like the anti-car club. No strict rules, dues, or meetings. Just tool around loud and proud in our beaters."
Valeen said, "but what are you goin' to call it??"
"How about Intricate Demise. You know sorta like a Complicated Ending. All our vehicles are headed to the salvage yard in an intricate but slow way. Hell, we may even be able to save some of the poor things."
Jared and Val both smiled, "Sounds cool, when do we start??....
If you wish to start the story, feel free to scroll down. This first part is just some helpful info...
A BRIEFING:
This story is about a car club that I truly own in the DFW, Texas, USA area. I am unsure as to where the story is going because it's based on real life events. To an extent of course. Only I will ever know the difference between fact and fiction. Since weird things happen to me, I would say alot of the stuff within these pages that most would believe as fiction, is probably true. That's just the way it goes around here. Never fear, this is my first take at fanfic and I am a bit rusty with a 5 year writer's block. Oh, and if you haven't noticed, I LOVE punctuation. I have a tendancy to overdo it. That and run on sentences. But please, don't let it stop you from enjoying what I hope will turn out to be a fairly interesting short story. As for Tempest asking if any of the characters from TFTF and all related ideas are within these pages, Who knows???
CHARACTERS:
Silver- Our heroine
Valeen (Val)- Our soap Opera
Jared- Our Leprechan
Koda- The man who knows EVERYTHING
Ronnie- A royal pain in the arse
Angel- The sweet saviour that keeps everything calm, mainly Silver.
INTRICATE DEMISE CAR CLUB- Silver's beater car club
Operation Burnout Car Club- The evilness of the story
A NOTE:
The whole beginning of the story is due for a revamp. It was something I wrote in like 20 minutes and I am very upset with it. I beg your forgiveness.
PREMISE:
What is this story about. Hmmm, hard to say since I didn't really know when I started writing it. Besides, if I told you at the start, who would read it? Let's put it this way. It's about a girl run beater car club trying to make it in a boys world. Sounds good. As for any other plot?? It's in the words my friend...
NOW ON WITH THE SHOW::::::
Intricate Demise: A Complicated Ending
Chapter One: A Simple Beginning
Silver floored the dark green aging 94' Honda Accord, feeling the body rattle all around her. She groaned as another red light made her slam on the brakes, a slight squealing noise permeating from the front tires. She was gonna be late for work again, no denying it. She slammed her fists against the steering wheel, cussing under her breath. Her boss was gonna either fire her or kill her. She debated which would be worse as she jumped on the gas again as the light went green. The sick whine of an untuned motor resounding in her ears.
"God, I wish the damn radio worked, at least it wouldn't be so boring to drive this clunking heap."
She flew around the corner, narrowly missing an SUV as she swerved into the parking lot. The Honda bucked as she rammed it into the closest parking spot of the fast food restaurant she worked at. Leaping out, she slammed the door, not bothering to lock it in hopes someone would steal the beater out from under her.
Flying through the door, she gave a quick wave to Valeen. Punching in, she turned and saw the glare from her boss, June.
"Your late....AGAIN!!"
"Yes, I know, I overslept"
"Silver you're better than this, if you are late one more time this week, I'll have to write you up"
"Yes maam."
She gave a quick smile as she went up to do her daily grind, gossiping with Valeen, or Val, as she called her.
"So Val, how goes it?"
"Oh, you know, same story, different day. Me and Brendan are fighting again. He says that I'm cheating on him. You know I'm not though," she cried.
"Yeah, I know. Men are so insecure. Don't worry Val, once you can hang out again we'll find you a man that will treat you right."
"Thanks Silver, you always lift my spirits when I work with you."
Most of that day, Silver spent dreaming, of owning a whole fleet of tuned, racing machines. Imports, Domestics, American Muscle, she didn't care so long as they purred like a panther and she was behind the wheel. Gazing into the parking lot she spied Jared rolling up in his old beater. An older Honda Accord then her own. He parked beside her and she noticed how both had faded paint, sagging bumpers, and just screaming for a tune up.
As Jared walked in an idea hit her.
"Hey Jared, why don't we start the Crappy Hondas of Ft. Worth Club?"
Jared grinned, "Sure, I'll draw up the logo, I've seen plenty of Hondas on their last legs."
Valeen piped up, "Hey I wanna join!"
Silver debated, "But you drive a Ford Escort, hmm I guess we can call it the Crappy Cars of Ft. Worth and be like the anti-car club. No strict rules, dues, or meetings. Just tool around loud and proud in our beaters."
Valeen said, "but what are you goin' to call it??"
"How about Intricate Demise. You know sorta like a Complicated Ending. All our vehicles are headed to the salvage yard in an intricate but slow way. Hell, we may even be able to save some of the poor things."
Jared and Val both smiled, "Sounds cool, when do we start??....