A/N: Still sick, sorry.
Working on A Smiling Monster, Everybody Loves Cookies, and Untraveled Road.
In other news...
As my fifteen year anniversary on this site draws near, I find myself reflecting on the little things in life. What was once a lazy pastime meant for me and a few friends really grew and evolved over time. There are days when I look back on the last fifteen years here and I wonder if anyone will remember me; if I made an impact, despite never making a single cent on any of these stories. Some days were happier than others, and some stories I enjoyed writing WAY too much; to the point where I'd stay up all night working on them.
And of course, there are times when I look to the future and wonder what will become of things when I'm gone.
Of course, I try not to dwell on the latter overmuch; I'm still alive and still writing. In an ideal world, I'd like to keep doing so for as long as I can. But old age is catching up to me and these days, the world is filled with so much madness and death. The recent earthquake in Turkey/Syria serves as a terrible example. Even before that, so many friends and fellow writers I once knew are gone, now. Will I still be here in twenty years? Ten? Five? Its a chilling thought. But for now, I'm still here, still writing.
This is a rough draft. Time and feedback will determine if this becomes a story.
In other words...its up to YOU, the reader. Do let me know~!
"Mama said knock you out!"
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Fifteenth Fragment
"You call that a punch?"
Vi had all of instant to comprehend those words -to realize the mistake she'd made- then he was on her, driving an uppercut at her face. She swayed aside and countered with a right hook. He mirrored her and too late she realized her second mistake; Naruto wasn't wearing boxing gloves this time, and neither was she. The result spoke for itself.
Contrary to popular belief, smashing knuckles against knuckles bloody hurt.
"Gah!" She recoiled, rubbing her wrist. "That stings!
Naruto didn't let up. He darted in and hammered her ribs. One-two-three. She drew back with a hiss.
She'd grown rusty after all that time in Stillwater even if hadn't; and so she'd wanted to build her strength back up again.
Unfortunately she'd forgotten just how hard the blond bastard hit.
He swayed in place, laughed, and blew a kiss her way.
"C'mon, cupcake. You can do better."
"Hey, hey!" she growled at him. "Don't call me that!"
"Why not?" he pitched his voice, teasing her. "You call Caitlyn it all the time. Cupcake~!"
Vi lunged at him.
A/N: There we go.
Something less depressing this time.
Weeeell? Did it bring a smile to your face? Yay or nay?
Consider this a fragment, something that may or may not come to be.
As ever, reviews keep this old man alive during this dark and crazy time. I ain't joking.
Seriously, we're all locked away in isolation or worse these days, words are all that sustains me.
So in the Immortal Words of Atlas... Review...Would You Kindly?
Still no previews this time. Too much madness.
R&R~!