I have to say: I am so glad that the season premiere of Supernatural was better than how I wrote it. I watched it on tv, then spent a few minutes where I could only squeak because I liked it so much. Then the next day I watched it before school (great way to start a day) and it was the only thing I could talk about during school.
First story thing I did is based on the second season episode of Dark Angel named "The Berrisford Agenda".
Use this in a story:
And even if he did, there would be nothing else to do.
The man was going to kill him. he couldn't get his hands free of the cuffs, and even if he could, what would be the point? it was his fault the man's daughter had been hurt. He had planted the bomb after all.
'But it was your job.' Alec's rational mind reminded him him. 'And you tried to warn her.'
'Yeah, look how that turned out. She's probably dead and it's all my fault.'
"What happened to her?"
"She hit her head when she fell, she fell into a coma. She's been dying for two years. Do you know what it's like to watch someone you love slip away a little everyday? Do you know what you've done?" This was her father, Robert Berrisford, he was understandably angry. The gun he held in his hand looked quite unfamiliar there.
"Just do it." Alec told Robert, get this whole mess over with. Berrisford raised the gun and knocked to the ground, unconscious, by a short, slender woman Alec recognized as Max.
"I told you to talk to me before this mess got out of hand." Max berated him as she unlocked the handcuffs.
"And I told you to leave me alone." He walked out, leaving Max alone with her thoughts and an unconscious Berrisford.
Explain your pretty pea green shoes.
"Oh, they're gorgeous!! I love them." She looked the shoes over once more. "Can I get them, Mom?"
"Absolutely. Get whatever you want."
She grabbed the adorable pea green strappy sandal heels, and headed immediately to the dress section. She stuck out her hand and touched a few of the dresses. Her hand paused on a pink, frilly dress with short sleeves, sequins and beads. She pulled it off the rack. Her size.
The dressing room was empty and she changed quietly in one of the stalls. The mirror inside was tall enough and she admired her reflection. The dress fell just above her knees and flared about when she spun.
'It's perfect.' She slipped the green shoes on her feet.
"I love it. Now all I need is a date."
"Umm. Can I help you?" The voice was soft, confident, and familiar. She spun around. The stall door was open and standing in the doorway looking unbelievably sexy was Jensen Ackles.
"This cannot be happening." She muttered.
--You want me! Come find me! Make up your mind!!--
She opened her eyes and looked at her alarm clock, then sat straight up in bed.
"What the--"
"Meghan, get up!!"
"That was such a weird dream."
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I wrote these Thursday afternoon. I was super hyped up about it finally being the day for the season premiere of Supernatural. That's why they are Jensen themed (Jensen Ackles was Alec in Dark Angel, and is Dean Winchester in Supernatural). The alarm clock in the second piece plays Evanescence's new song "Call Me When You're Sober" which I love. So much fun to sing along with.
Good night all (or good morning, or good afternoon, depending where you live, or when you read this)
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