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Abe writes to SMeyer....My dearest Stephanie Meyer,
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I know upon receiving this letter your first reaction will be to disregard it as some kind of joke. I assure you, however, the return address you see scrawled on the back of this envelope is very real, and so am I
for quite some time, actually, despite what your history books may say.
But I digress; my existence is hardly the matter I wish to discuss with you. Does the name "Twilight" ring a bell? I should hope so. For that is the topic of the following letter.
I must admit, when I first heard about this series, I felt only a mild twinge of irritation: Just another vampire romance novel, I thought-full of inaccuracies and dark, brooding anti-heroes. While I could go on and on with my quibbles about any sort of romance with a vampire, your "Twilight" particularly caught my attention.
I'll be frank with you, Mrs. Meyer: it was the most inaccurate interpretation of vampi
Tell me what happened. (Homestuck Fanfic)The light was low, and the air was cool that day. Cronus stood outside his hive, puffing his cigarette, and peering around through the dull haze. Just another shitty day that he had to go through, being alone. He ran his fingers through his dark hair, smoothing the side into place, and let his mind wander. As if anyone would bother to pull him out of it anyway.
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But then they did. Meenah stood in front of him, "Hey, asshole! I'm talkin' to you!" Cronus snapped out of his daze, peering down at her. He didn't respond for a moment, glancing her up and down. Meenah was a medium heighted, broad shouldered girl. She was pretty butch, if you asked him, what with her short spiked out hair, and her boyish style. You had a feeling she wasn't all about the males, but that was her decision. She was missing out. At least that's what he told himself. "Vhat, Meenah?", he drawled, casually blowing a ring of smoke into her face. She coughed a little, and glared, "I got somefin to ask you." Cronus just l