Celwriter: here is the beginning of my third fanfic. First of all, I do
not own Secret Window or any of the characters in the movie.
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Chapter 1
Mort sat writing a new story, free at last from the agony that the possible divorce had given him. But now Amy was dead and he could write again. His hands flew quickly over the keyboard and yet he was still able to take the occasional bite of corn. He was part way through the first chapter, quickly creating his newest character.
He spotted a young woman sitting nearby in the train station.
The front half of her long brown hair was pinned delicately back and
the rest caressed gently down her shoulders. A large carpetbag with
her name, Rachel Lyon, in embroidery, lay by her feet and in her hands
was a book. He could not see the cover, but it was obviously some
type of novel. A tan handbag sat on her lap and the light pink dress
complimented her fine figure.
"Fine figure?" Mort spoke aloud, "What am I trying to do? Write a woman's novel?" He deleted the paragraph and began creating a character that better fit into a horror story.
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Shooter was proud of himself, he wouldn't let Mort write about gorgeous women unless he planned to kill them. This one he hadn't, so Shooter had to get rid of it. It was a close call, but he had done it. His smile attested to the fact that John was very pleased with himself.
"Good evening." Shooter looked up to see a woman with an embroidered carpet bag, a tan handbag, and a book walk into the room.
"Hi, who are you?" he asked, angry that he was so rudely interrupted in his joyous state.
"I'm Rachel Lyon," she said.
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Chapter 1
Mort sat writing a new story, free at last from the agony that the possible divorce had given him. But now Amy was dead and he could write again. His hands flew quickly over the keyboard and yet he was still able to take the occasional bite of corn. He was part way through the first chapter, quickly creating his newest character.
He spotted a young woman sitting nearby in the train station.
The front half of her long brown hair was pinned delicately back and
the rest caressed gently down her shoulders. A large carpetbag with
her name, Rachel Lyon, in embroidery, lay by her feet and in her hands
was a book. He could not see the cover, but it was obviously some
type of novel. A tan handbag sat on her lap and the light pink dress
complimented her fine figure.
"Fine figure?" Mort spoke aloud, "What am I trying to do? Write a woman's novel?" He deleted the paragraph and began creating a character that better fit into a horror story.
* * *
Shooter was proud of himself, he wouldn't let Mort write about gorgeous women unless he planned to kill them. This one he hadn't, so Shooter had to get rid of it. It was a close call, but he had done it. His smile attested to the fact that John was very pleased with himself.
"Good evening." Shooter looked up to see a woman with an embroidered carpet bag, a tan handbag, and a book walk into the room.
"Hi, who are you?" he asked, angry that he was so rudely interrupted in his joyous state.
"I'm Rachel Lyon," she said.