Post by Jackal on Nov 4, 2010 6:36:36 GMT -5
634. This is kind of a slow start, if at all. I blame it on pure laziness.
I'ma rushing, y'all! Ohnoes! Type type typetypetype!!!! Go! Dooooo iiiiiiit! Grab some more coffee or coke! Absorb the candy! Start twitching from sugar and NaNo-rush! Just close your eyes and write
C'mon. You can catch up to Reffumz Didn't make it to 8k last night. Got kinda ... bleh about it and my brains didn't want to function. Mum said something about "standing around in suspenders for too long" ... which I can guess only means "hurry up and rape Rebeca" >.> My Mum is weird, a lot of the time.
Well hurry up and rape her then!... I mean, yeah, mums are like that. And I think I'm going to have to not write much today. Just finished a hectic day at work and my friends just invited me to play LAN >.> I did have some idea, though, might change Stan so he's more normal, just kind of dumb; also for the plot to make more sense . So some edits to that first 600+ words, which would be this -
Bob was quiet. Yes, today was a great day. The greatest! Mayhaps he shall see an apple - OH! A snake! Such a snake indeed! It was beautiful and had yellow and black stripes. Hello, mister snake, said Bob. Mister snake did nothing but hiss. But Bob was a good boy! He said hello mister snake, you need a hug! So Bob went to mister snake and -
" A-HEM!"
Stan turned his attention from the table, and there it was, the infuriated scowl of one of the board members. This particular one had a fetchingly curly moustache, as well; he made it a note to compliment the man later if and when it was appropriate. This was, of course, not the time. The entire board had now faced him with similar expressions of disapproval.
" Mr. Lee.."
“Actually," he interjected, holding up a finger to emphasize that pause, just as much as his hopeful smile. “Actually, my first name isn't Lee. It's Wordsby. But my last name is Stanley! Get it? Stan - Lee. Stanley! Come on, guys, smile! ... Stop frowning? "
No such luck. The moustached man spoke up again, rubbing his fingers across his forehead. Ohh boy. That never meant anything good. " Mr. Wordsby...where do you think you are? "
What kind of question was that? Maybe a trick question? " What? We're in a conference room. "
" No, you - "
“OH! I know! America! No? The Earth! Oh! How about -”
“MISTER WORDSBY!” The moustached man was very upset by now. Stan could see the clues, from the reddened face, to the bulging eyes, to the nearly frothing mouth, right down to the palms slamming violently on the table. “What kind of establishment do you think we run??? Do you know who we are?? "
“Of course! You're a man with -”
“I’m the board director of Lanrich Publishing! WE - are - the board of Lanrich Publishing! You're not enough of an idiot to believe we are a small-time company, do you? "
“Well, I -”
“No, I take that back, maybe you are. Well, listen carefully, Mister Wordsby - Stanley. " He must have been very annoyed or trying to look fierce, what with his narrowed eyes. They reminded Stan of a hobo he saw having constipation. That made for an interesting date in the park. “We are a reputable publishing firm. We are, as a matter of fact, the – largest novel publishing firm in America as of now. No-vel, books preferably with dark, serious content, or some stories that would pique the interest of an intelligent adult. Not bedtime stories for children! “
“Wait, wait! “ Stan held up his hand in protest. “ Wait, you haven’t even heard the whole story yet! There’s a dark twist! “
That specific term seemed to hold the board back, even the moustached director. He shuffled his business tie and sat down once again, trying to appear calm as he answered. “Well, go on then. “
“Well, you see.........” Stan leaned forward and covered one side of his face in a seemingly suspicious whisper. “It turns dark because it’s night, you see, and Bob invites the snake back for a tea party. Ahaha! Get it? Huh? “
The board of statues was not amused. “Get out. Now. “
" A-HEM!"
Stan turned his attention from the table, and there it was, the infuriated scowl of one of the board members. This particular one had a fetchingly curly moustache, as well; he made it a note to compliment the man later if and when it was appropriate. This was, of course, not the time. The entire board had now faced him with similar expressions of disapproval.
" Mr. Lee.."
“Actually," he interjected, holding up a finger to emphasize that pause, just as much as his hopeful smile. “Actually, my first name isn't Lee. It's Wordsby. But my last name is Stanley! Get it? Stan - Lee. Stanley! Come on, guys, smile! ... Stop frowning? "
No such luck. The moustached man spoke up again, rubbing his fingers across his forehead. Ohh boy. That never meant anything good. " Mr. Wordsby...where do you think you are? "
What kind of question was that? Maybe a trick question? " What? We're in a conference room. "
" No, you - "
“OH! I know! America! No? The Earth! Oh! How about -”
“MISTER WORDSBY!” The moustached man was very upset by now. Stan could see the clues, from the reddened face, to the bulging eyes, to the nearly frothing mouth, right down to the palms slamming violently on the table. “What kind of establishment do you think we run??? Do you know who we are?? "
“Of course! You're a man with -”
“I’m the board director of Lanrich Publishing! WE - are - the board of Lanrich Publishing! You're not enough of an idiot to believe we are a small-time company, do you? "
“Well, I -”
“No, I take that back, maybe you are. Well, listen carefully, Mister Wordsby - Stanley. " He must have been very annoyed or trying to look fierce, what with his narrowed eyes. They reminded Stan of a hobo he saw having constipation. That made for an interesting date in the park. “We are a reputable publishing firm. We are, as a matter of fact, the – largest novel publishing firm in America as of now. No-vel, books preferably with dark, serious content, or some stories that would pique the interest of an intelligent adult. Not bedtime stories for children! “
“Wait, wait! “ Stan held up his hand in protest. “ Wait, you haven’t even heard the whole story yet! There’s a dark twist! “
That specific term seemed to hold the board back, even the moustached director. He shuffled his business tie and sat down once again, trying to appear calm as he answered. “Well, go on then. “
“Well, you see.........” Stan leaned forward and covered one side of his face in a seemingly suspicious whisper. “It turns dark because it’s night, you see, and Bob invites the snake back for a tea party. Ahaha! Get it? Huh? “
The board of statues was not amused. “Get out. Now. “
