A/N: Hey guys! Here are some more for you all to see!
This first one was recently found in one of my old English notebooks. I must've been writing this in class or something. So it's old. Here it is.
"Hello?" A blonde woman picked up her ringing cellphone.
"Excuse me, but are you Doris Delacy?" An authoritative voice spoke on the other line. The woman pushed up her glasses in pensiveness.
"Yes, yes I am," She silently wondered why this mysterious person called her. After a minute, she regretted telling this man who she was. It could've been those people who had threatened to kill her if she didn't give them her boyfriend's location. She happily ended it with that guy a couple of weeks ago. She couldn't take it anymore. But, of course, the threat could still be there.
"Have you had any relations with a Kevin 'Kowalski' Devins?" She remained silent for a while. She didn't need to be abducted by strange men in red clothes again. "Ma'am?"
"Why?" She said back. She felt around for her hammer as she waited for a response.
"I'm Detective Marks from the NYPD," The man's voice took a on a prideful air. "I'm also head of the negotiations department,"
"But Detective Marks, I'm all the way here in New Jersey. Your authority doesn't spread outside of your state grounds," Doris tried to turn the man's obvious fib around on him.
"It does when it involves someone in this state as well. I'll be there to pick you up in 5," The man hung up the phone. Doris put her cellphone down in confusion.
"Five…? He couldn't mean five minutes," Doris stood up, put on her shoes and her coat and peeped through her window shades. When a black car drove into the front of the house, she closed the shade instantly. He did mean 5 minutes.
In all honesty, I like this story. I even remember where I was going with it. But this was the first of my many story ideas where Kowalski ultimately goes crazy for Doris and I find it a bit cliche for myself now. So the scrap pile is where it lies now.
Here's another one.
To my former co-workers,
First thing's first. Please do not think I am sending you guys this letter because I crave to come back. I left on my own terms and I do not wish to come back. I'm writing this to inform you on my current status and as to where we stand in terms of friendship. And yes, I know snail mail is kind of slow and that I could've probably just emailed you this letter. But I think handwritten and mailed was more appropriate.
Another one of my Kowalski letters. I scraped this one because it seemed repetitive with some things I've already did. And I don't like it all too well either.
"Shut up!" Skipper yelled to the loud zoo residents. "Listen, we called this meeting to announce a new-"
"Another animal's being transferred to the zoo!" Private blurted out eagerly. Skipper stared at Private angrily and Private sighed.
"Let me do it..." Private said right before he slapped himself. Skipper stared at Private for another second or two before turning back to the audience.
"Aye, where's the transfer from?" Joey asked. "Is it from Down Under? Is it a Sheila?" Joey smiled a bit at his last sentence.
"Nope, it's actually from the Bronx Zoo"
Ugh. I remember this. This was suppose to be an OC story. Scraped it after I realized the OC just might've come out as a Mary-Sue.
That's about it for now. If you want to use anything from this chapter or the first two, ask first. I'll most likely say yes.