This is not for You
One might think writing a story is easy if it has details of your not so dramatic life. The continuous session of rewriting faults and overthinking sequences in the plot can be hectic.
Wait, this is it, I can't go further, and hence a writer may post to make the story less dramatic 'This book is under serious editing' Followed by the same cycle deleting inadequate details until midnight arrives. Then morning appears missus not so nice take the case lawyer principal hot on my tail and me being myself refuse to take the blame until it comes down to a simple conclusion, I Am. On. Writers. Block.
What worst nightmare could I face I have bills to pay, my fridge needs stocking, my cat cutie needs feeding, my rent is due, and my school fee is rising.
Well, missus not so nice is my landlord, lawyer principal is my big gut of an editor. You heard just right his stomach is so big, probably the size of an air balloon, then you have his head. I mean whose head resembles the size of Jupiter …only Mr. big pants.
And here am I wondering why we can't get along. "Lilly, you are an aspiring writer head straight to the point." And if I go straight to the exact " Looser will you step out of the box, to make it more creative." So fed up with this freak!!!
You see what I'm saying. By the way, the only box I'll be coming out of is this one, and it would neither be creative( sure living in cardboard would be creative) nor for a little while (how can forever be a while.)
"Cutie am doom, like really doom...awe cutie don't berry you are surely coming to hell with me am-"
A loud thud jolted me upright. Who the Lucifer is that. Only two persons have such audacity: my sister and my editor and the owner of my apartment (that slimy mosquito net woman.)t
Don't judge me well you would have said the same if you were in my shoes. I remember when I just started studying to become a doctor, I was working at a café as a waitress. The amount i was receiving was not very generous. However, it was still enough to cover my bills. One-month didn't go as plan I seriously didn't have enough money to pay the rent. The rent was due, so I avoided her for three days as best I could. I expected her to call me as she would do but was I wrong the stupid excuse of a granny hoe my door down.
Enough of that, I made my way towards the door, but was not ready for what would be on the other side.
"Lilly Passion Andrews!!!" with one hand on my hip and the other in the air, I gesture for her to come in.
" Go a little lower you are disturbing my neighbors." My sister sat.
I rose my brow at her surprise at her special visit as she would call it.
Tillia got up as something has just occurred to her and drag me into my room. Their she rummaged through the closet and picked out a dress she had bought me last Christmas and a shoe my ex gave me.
"wait a minute, where are we going," I asked out of concern" she only screams "curiosity kills the cat" and flung me inside the bathroom.
Bump Into A Case
The car stopped thirty minutes after I took a glance outside then turns towards my sister arching my brows.
" Did you run out of gas or something?" She shrugged, she shrugged. This girl shrugged like it was nothing.
" We have reached our destination." I chuckled lightly. Tillia never failed to amuse. I remembered the time when we went to our late grandparent's house. Tillia made me dress up because our neighbor frank was having a party. I invested hours in preparing my self because he was my crush. While we were heading towards his house, Tillia said she forgot something. Naïve little me decided to believe her and went ahead. You don't know the embarrassment I felt when I turned up at brad house in my deep pink ribbon and my fairy green dress. He was shocked too. Luckily his mom appeared behind him and invited me to come in. I quickly agreed to save me from more. I didn't talk to my sister for months and still had a little grudge left towards that incident. Mom made her go to frank and explain, but that only made it worse. Frank became my bully at school. He told everyone I was a pink fairy.
But that was the old Lilly Tillia should have played this one on me back when I was starting college.
Tillia was still looking at me as if the road was unfamiliar to her. Gosh, can't she move already who drags a prank so long?
" Move the dam car."
"Sis live a life" is she for real.
" Why in Jan — e — san — u — san name am I here. . . At a freaking place like this "
"You know I would love to sit here and chat Pig Latin with you, but I got to go." She huff exiting the car. I sigh in relief. Maybe she wanted to use the bathroom. No way in hell I am entering that place, like who does that.
Three minutes she came out looking all piss. I rose my brows handing her my hand sanitizer, her being Tillia looked at me pitifully.
" Don't gimme that look, you just use the poop hole. . . Come on sanitize," I said waving the item in front of her face.
She knocked it out of my hand " Now I know why you are on writer's block lets go " I so badly want to answer her, but let's agree some things are better yet left unanswered.
So like a ten-year-old with strict parents mumbling followed Lady Talia. Note the sarcasm.
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When my sister had said curiosity kills the cat, I thought she was kidding. But not anymore.
I almost died (even though I wasn't a cat)
But that still didn't hide the fact that I almost died.
I mean am used to choirs, long dresses, oversized pants men, boring hymns. Even flirting with pastors (only if they are cute and hot, then they can have my babies, shit I mean we can share make babies, forget it.)
I thought we were going to a place where we have to sit around a table with forks and a knife, something I truly despise (knives).
What I didn't expect was pole climbing, dry humping, boobs flipping, cock su- Okay, I think you get the image.
Music blasting, horny man grinding, goal diggers flirting, strippers seducing, bartenders working and people twerking. Including my sister on dry-humping Mr. number four. I sipped my cup too much oil for her.
Wasn't this a place was a restaurant. I mean who would have thought that 'Elblemo Rosa ' was a club. . . The name suggested otherwise.
Hmm delicious
I didn't expect it to be a freaking bar.
Even my sins are rising which means I must be the first to present the
church, Saturday morning.
I think God will forgive me easy bringing into consideration that this isn't entirely my fault. More of my sisters.
But it would be if I let any of these male gods devour me tonight funny right cheers to finding a perfect plot for my story.
Me hooking up with a mysterious billionaire me getting pregnant fast forward to five years topic hot on us again then bam wedding bells. Dedicated to fantasies.
I made my way towards a nearby barstool running over my sisters and I conversation. Well, an argument to be specific. I mean we didn't talk more like bark down each other throats like dogs.
She complained I was behaving like a child, and babysitting days are over.
That I was sulking in a club filled with sex appetizing men.
Then her been Talia never failed to remind me why I am on writer's block (suck my boring life.). I just
"This keeps
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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG
Texte: Anareka-Eanar
Lektorat: Anareka-Eanar
Übersetzung: Anareka-Eanar
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 05.10.2020
ISBN: 978-3-7487-5967-6
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Dedicated to teens struggling with mental illness and speech impediments.