Part II: Reality
One week later …
There was a loud pounding in his ears, and his breath was ragged. He hurried through the deserted hallway as fast as he dared, head down, praying that no one would see him.
Blood stung his shoulder.
He was terrified.
"Hey, you've heard about the Graveyard, right?"
"Train Graveyard. Next to the Sector 7 slums. It's supposed to be haunted. By a demon."
He barely registered the pain. There was blood on his shirt and jacket, too, a lot of it. He shook.
"Give me a break, man. Demons don't exist."
"I wouldn't be too sure. They say it has a burning red eye and rides a pale
I stumbled upon a really nice piece of artwork the other day. I spent a moment to admire it, and then glanced at the artist comments, only to see the notes "please don't favorite this artwork!" and "I HATE that this is the most favorited piece in my gallery!!1" Essentially, the work was a gift for another person of that person's character. The artist said that it was not original work, that they'd tried and failed to make it a challenging piece, so they hated it and only posted it because it was a gift for someone else, and if you wanted to fave something, go look at the other much more personal pieces in the artist's gallery. Apparently,
Okay, so ignore the last journal ... I totally ended up Doinking this year. XD
It was a close one, and I almost didn't do it ... but, thanks to some suggestions, I was able to figure out a way to make it work with their new rules. I just hope they don't decide to make it more restrictive next year!
All in all ... pretty satisfied with how the new fic turned out. It ended up being another difficult one, but I like it! Got to explore a character I haven't written much for, and an interaction I have done nothing with so far.
Everything shall be revealed ... sometime this Friday, I think. And I shall post the new fic here on DA soon after