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wethepainted has come down with a case of posting-shyness, I made her a deal. If she would post her latest amazing, gorgeous, breathtakingly beautiful art piece, I would publicly ridicule myself by posting the literary spawn of my nightly musing.
So, remember when Zack posted those pictures from "Panic! at Buch Walker's"? Ace and I were chatting at the time and then this picture was posted and the following exchange took place:
( in which I come up with a stupid idea )
I am so not a writer, but I was pretty enamoured with this (stupid) zombie!verse idea, so later on I sent to Ace the following... thing, which was supposed to be a sort of introduction to Brendon realising that something was not right with his boyfriend:
And then, once Spencer spilled the bean, Brendon's first reaction to finding out about his boyfriend's condition:
After that, Ace kept bugging me about what happened in the "Zombie!fic" (yes, we are that creative), to tell her the whole story. Be glad that you only get to read it in chat-form.
( in which Ace makes me come up with a stupid plot for the stupid idea )
Now, that is the part that I'm completely unable to write because hello? I can sort-of-write just crack. Which is how I spent the rest of our chat coming up with crack-ish scenarios:
( which I blame on my 5-years-old-self's Indiana-Jones-watching habit )
And then two days ago I was sort of bored waiting in line at the post office so I emailed Ace an outtake from those ridiculous "Life as a Zombie" experiences.
( In which Brendon and Spencer go grocery shopping )
ETA! As Ace was so gracious to point out, I also emailed her the opening scene of the zombiefic-that-will-never-be:
( In which I made my high school Chemistry professor star into a fic )
Ok, you can throw rotten tomatoes and all kinds of soft veggies but please, keep the potatoes and hard fruits to yourself, ok?
wethepainted has come down with a case of posting-shyness, I made her a deal. If she would post her latest amazing, gorgeous, breathtakingly beautiful art piece, I would publicly ridicule myself by posting the literary spawn of my nightly musing.So, remember when Zack posted those pictures from "Panic! at Buch Walker's"? Ace and I were chatting at the time and then this picture was posted and the following exchange took place:
( in which I come up with a stupid idea )
I am so not a writer, but I was pretty enamoured with this (stupid) zombie!verse idea, so later on I sent to Ace the following... thing, which was supposed to be a sort of introduction to Brendon realising that something was not right with his boyfriend:
It all started when Spencer came back from spending a week at Ryan's. The first sign was the craving for entrails (strange, Spencer had always said they were disgusting); the second was the constant scratching of Brendon's head (nice, but it was a pretty vigorous scratching that made Brendon's scalp hurt); then came the gnawing on Brendon's hair in the middle of the night (just plain gross).
And then, once Spencer spilled the bean, Brendon's first reaction to finding out about his boyfriend's condition:
"You know," Brendon scratches his cheek, "all things considered, you got lucky"
Spencer blinks and takes in a completely unnecessary breath "Lucky. You think I got lucky."
"Well, as far as I know, zombies have to dig their way up from underground using their bare hands and, let's face it, you hate getting dirt on your clothes" Brendon says pointedly.
Spencer covers his face with both hands and presses his fingers against his eyelids, hastily stopping when it feels like his eyeballs are sinking way too much into his skull. Fucking Ryan and his dead poets.
After that, Ace kept bugging me about what happened in the "Zombie!fic" (yes, we are that creative), to tell her the whole story. Be glad that you only get to read it in chat-form.
( in which Ace makes me come up with a stupid plot for the stupid idea )
Now, that is the part that I'm completely unable to write because hello? I can sort-of-write just crack. Which is how I spent the rest of our chat coming up with crack-ish scenarios:
( which I blame on my 5-years-old-self's Indiana-Jones-watching habit )
And then two days ago I was sort of bored waiting in line at the post office so I emailed Ace an outtake from those ridiculous "Life as a Zombie" experiences.
( In which Brendon and Spencer go grocery shopping )
ETA! As Ace was so gracious to point out, I also emailed her the opening scene of the zombiefic-that-will-never-be:
( In which I made my high school Chemistry professor star into a fic )
Ok, you can throw rotten tomatoes and all kinds of soft veggies but please, keep the potatoes and hard fruits to yourself, ok?
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