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~~Author's notes~~ Hello everyone up above is my little director to reading this story I hope that its not too confusing, 'bit of a pain in the ass to type though'. Usually I have author's notes in the beginning of my story's chapter unless I get too lazy or can't think of what to type (laziness mostly). Well, enjoy the story and please no flames cause I'm a sensitive person and it hurtles my into regretful depression. Don't forget to R&R (read and review)! Chio! -Lola (author)
~*~ Title: black depths Chapter title: prologue ~*~ ^This is my other directory! 'Man, I have too much free time!' ~~ George turned at Somali' Dr. and waited at the stop light, this taxi job was getting a little too boring for his taste. He had been in the taxi service for eight years; he had never finished college, and had gotten his girl-friend pregnant in high school. His life so far was a bunch of bad luck and mistakes that seemed to stretch on for an eternity of sorrow and pain. Today won't be any change he thought and yawned, he was use to this kind of depression as he looked back on his meaningless life. No goals, no friends, bitchy wife, cry baby kid, dictator boss, wow I bet Tom Cruise would be jealous as hell! The light turned green for a second then flashed to a cross walkers sign, Damn, Just my luck.. George tapped his hands impatiently on the dash board and mumbled obscenities under his breath.
A beautiful woman walked across the street, she was kinda a scary looking person but still very beautiful in her own little dark way. Her raven black hair blew in front of her lowered face and her skin was very pale. She wore a dark trench coat over a black dress that reached over her feet. There was a strange necklace around her neck that peaked out from the coat. She gazed up and stared back at George, he had never seen such a look in his life, it told him or her loneliness and her suffering. She turned her face away and walked past his taxi without even a second glance.
**~end of prologue~**
"" Speaking
'' quotes or sarcasm
-- Character's definition
* Author's 2 cents
~~ New
~~Author's notes~~ Hello everyone up above is my little director to reading this story I hope that its not too confusing, 'bit of a pain in the ass to type though'. Usually I have author's notes in the beginning of my story's chapter unless I get too lazy or can't think of what to type (laziness mostly). Well, enjoy the story and please no flames cause I'm a sensitive person and it hurtles my into regretful depression. Don't forget to R&R (read and review)! Chio! -Lola (author)
~*~ Title: black depths Chapter title: prologue ~*~ ^This is my other directory! 'Man, I have too much free time!' ~~ George turned at Somali' Dr. and waited at the stop light, this taxi job was getting a little too boring for his taste. He had been in the taxi service for eight years; he had never finished college, and had gotten his girl-friend pregnant in high school. His life so far was a bunch of bad luck and mistakes that seemed to stretch on for an eternity of sorrow and pain. Today won't be any change he thought and yawned, he was use to this kind of depression as he looked back on his meaningless life. No goals, no friends, bitchy wife, cry baby kid, dictator boss, wow I bet Tom Cruise would be jealous as hell! The light turned green for a second then flashed to a cross walkers sign, Damn, Just my luck.. George tapped his hands impatiently on the dash board and mumbled obscenities under his breath.
A beautiful woman walked across the street, she was kinda a scary looking person but still very beautiful in her own little dark way. Her raven black hair blew in front of her lowered face and her skin was very pale. She wore a dark trench coat over a black dress that reached over her feet. There was a strange necklace around her neck that peaked out from the coat. She gazed up and stared back at George, he had never seen such a look in his life, it told him or her loneliness and her suffering. She turned her face away and walked past his taxi without even a second glance.
**~end of prologue~**