ChaoticMatter (chaoticmatter) wrote,
ChaoticMatter
chaoticmatter

Old fiction becomes new?

It appears I've rediscovered a novel project from the summer of 2006; I found it, read it over lunch yesterday, and realized I actually kind of liked it.

So far, my favourite parts:

"I threw a paperweight through the plate glass window of his fifth storey office, and to make it sweeter, it landed in the front seat of his new Mercedes. Through the windshield."

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Inside, Bree was on the receiving end of a crushing hug from Margie, laughing at the nearing elderly woman's enthusiasm.

"Margie, I wasn't a prisoner of war in Africa or something," Bree protested half-heartedly, as spindly arms wound around her neck. "I was only in the city."

"Only the city! Why, that's ages away! Besides, I haven't seen you since the day you left," she fixed Bree with a firm gaze, posting her fists on her hips. "Someone doesn't know how to come by and visit."

Sheepishly, Bree grinned and shrugged one shoulder, "Um, damn teenagers?"
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Tags: fiction
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