❛ the lazy writers ❜

[anxious ghost]

ok i'm back real quickly
I need interview questions for my characters?
Please tell me any questions I should ask them?
Like they can be self-explanatory questions.

What's your opinion of (other character name here)?
How did you feel about (this event)?
Favorite song/book/movie
Any advice for others who might (be in their situation/have illness that they have)?
Etc.

[offline.]

It's fine! Take all the time you need, it'll be lovely anyways. Anyways, you should get yourself some sleep now XD


What drives you to get up in the morning? (This should reflect what kind of person they may be, i.e. Cold-hearted, selfish, caring..)

Umm, most likely. Life, because there's so much I could miss, and I love seeing my real friends (online) all the time. Also my brothers fight for the computer. I also am usually hungry in the morning also.

Hehe, I meant it as a question for your charries, but same on that last sentence

[DeMaizu]

∑O_O It's only been half a day! How'd you get so many pages down?!?!?!? What'd I miss? Dove-chan wishes for interview questions for characters? Ummmm!
"How would you feel if you were suddenly told to pack up everything and start over in a completely foreign environment?"
I dunno, I'm running out of steam. *shrugs tiredly*

[anxious ghost]

∑O_O It's only been half a day! How'd you get so many pages down?!?!?!? What'd I miss? Dove-chan wishes for interview questions for characters? Ummmm!
"How would you feel if you were suddenly told to pack up everything and start over in a completely foreign environment?"
I dunno, I'm running out of steam. *shrugs tiredly*

Nom finished the first chapter! Link!

[L.V.L]

HA!! I did it!!
It's not exactly what I had in mind, but it's 11:44 here and I'm super freaking tired. So, goodnight everyone!!

"Hello?" I spoke softly into the phone.
"Luna?" A familiar voice spoke into my ear. I sighed slightly as relief flooded over me, "Viviana, babe?"
"Luna, I need you to help me. Please come help me. I can't deal with all of this." There was a slight sniffle coming through.
"Viv - Viviana what are you talking about? What happened." I called out into the phone, I look around, fear slowly creeping into my body… my mind. It was silent for a moment. It's that fear of the unknown, what is possibly going to happen next.
"I don't wanna be here anymore." She spoke in a whisper.
"Viviana, I'm coming over. I'll be right there, sweet. I'll be right there don't-"
There was a gasping noise and I froze dead in my tracks, "Viv…"
Then the gasping came over the phone again, this time coming faster and faster. My mind was racing, it was telling me to get to her, but my feet were frozen.
"I love you." And with that the phone line went dead.
I stood there, my mind was screaming at my body to move. But all I did was look down as my phone slowly dropped to the ground; it landed with a bang and that's when I moved. I opened the front door and jumped down the steps, pushing open the yard gate I looked around for a moment. It seemed like the world was just moving in slow motion. And then I ran, running down the street, pushing random strangers out of my way, trying to avoid the cars passing by or parked in the street. I push past the last group of people and turn the corner; I stop dead in my tracks trying to catch my breath. Pushing myself away from the wall I run, I can see her house and it makes me run faster. I run up the stairs and banged on her door while trying to open it, taking a few steps backwards I brace myself and rush into it. I hear the wood cracking as I rush into her house.
"Viviana?!" I called out and all was silent. I thought I had been to late, not wanting to think what could have happened. I then hear something thud against the floor in the bathroom, I rush into her bedroom and turn the corner. The bathroom door is shut, I reach down towards the handle as I brace for what's coming next. I open it, and I immediately see pill bottles everywhere on the floor. I then see her, she's sitting on the side of the tub struggling to get a pill bottle open. Rushing over to her I grab her by her side's and tug her away.
"Noooo!!" She screamed at me and started kicking around, while trying to get the bottle open.
"Viviana, give me the bottle!" I yelled and reached for the bottle, it busted open and I watched as different types of pills fell onto the tile floor with tiny thuds.
"What have you done?" She yelled in my face. I looked at her; her eyes were watery and under them was all puffy, her hair was messed up everywhere - she looked like she got beaten up and it broke me inside to see her like this. She pushed against me, trying to get out of my grasps.
"I just wanna die. Why didn't you let me die?!" She pleaded at me.
I wrapped my arms around her tighter but softly, she was going limb, she was slowly realizing what was happening. We both slowly dropped to the corner of the floor and I held onto her, I watched as she curled herself into a little ball and buried herself in me. I felt something wet splash onto my leg and I realized she was crying.
"Come on," I spoke softly, "let's go lie down." I picked her up as she was slowly coming out and I laid her on her bed. I climbed in next to her, protecting her as much as I could with my own body.
"Why didn't you let me die?" Viviana whispered to me.
"Because… if you died… what's the point of my life?" I said softly as tears rushed down my face. I looked down at her; her body is warm, no other injures.
"I love you." I spoke softly only to her and place my hand into hers, she squeezes back, and I know she's never letting go.

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*cries*
I like this ending better

[anxious ghost]

Mexi, I like that ending much better.

I accidentally just typed corpses instead of corporation in my story. It's scary to see that it would actually fit pretty well.

Chapter one is finished! It's 609 words long. With the prologue, I have 796 words all together.

Chapter 1: The Call
Holly Mackenzie had just gotten home from her shop when Ms April came in with the mail. She hadn't gone to get it, since she was exhausted. It was a Tuesday, so all the street racers had flooded in right before she closed.
"Here you go dear. I'll bring you some dinner, how does that sound?" Ms April set the mail down and left.
Mack didn't respond to questions like that, as she knew they were always rhetorical.
She picked up the mail and looked through it.
Bill, bill, bill, junk, scam, and a letter.
She frowned at the last one. No one ever sent her letters. Possibly a bomb, she thought. But as she looked over it carefully, she realized that it was exactly that; just a letter. She opened it and looked at the neat handwriting. She grinned as she read it.
"Ms April! I won't be needing dinner. I'm going on a business trip!"


Desmond Kingsley was just getting to his office when he got the call. The other doctor he worked with (who was his roommate and also oblivious to his love for her) relayed a message she'd just gotten for him.
"I can't afford a trip." He said, but she kept talking.
"Apparently they'll pay for it, and I checked them out; it's not a scam."
He considered it for a moment and then said,
"Well can you cover for me for a few days?"


Spencer Cassidy, a twenty-five year old Irish guy, walked into his apartment in Manhattan. He was very obviously hyper.
"Honey I'm home!" He called out in a singsong voice as he shut the door behind him. His roommate and best friend, Tobias Forde, came out looking disgruntled.
"I hate you," He muttered, "always so hyper." Spencer smirked.
"Up all night writing again? I told you not to."
Toby pushed past him into the small kitchen, where the coffee pot was. It was empty.
"You drank all that coffee, didn't you?" Toby asked Spencer, who just shrugged.
"You can make more. You're a big boy Tobes. I'ma go get the mail!"
Toby watched Spencer dart back out the door and turned to make more coffee.
A few minutes later, Spencer came back with the mail. It was mostly ads, but then there was a letter, addressed to both of them. Toby frowned when he saw both their names.
"I thought they only did that for married people."
Spencer shrugged and ripped the envelope open. He looked at the letter and gave it to Toby. He read through it quickly.
"What does it say?" Spencer asked. He was dyslexic, so Toby summarized for him. By the end of it, they were both smiling.
"We should start packing then." Spencer said happily.


Amanda Delta Rose. That was her full name, though not many knew it. She always introduced herself as Delta. Which is why she was shocked to answer the phone and hear her full name.
She was on her way home when the call had come. She didn't get many new phone calls, because she was nothing more than a twenty-four year old history teacher. She knew most of the people and numbers that called her, but this one was new. The person had addressed her as Amanda Delta Rose, and then explained the situation to her. She rushed home to pack.

A week later, on July eighteenth 2016, these five people boarded a plane to go somewhere in Europe. They were flying first-class thanks to the mysterious people at the ANGEL STARS Corporation. Oddly enough, they were the only people on board, other than the pilots and the flight attendants.

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Could someone read this and give me their opinion??

[anxious ghost]

I read a little bit but it won't let me unless I sign up for an account :/ I have too many accounts for things as it is.

From what I read, it's good.

[offline.]

Yea, I hate that..

I would post it directly onto CS, but it has some cussing and such, so I can't