Invisible Guide

I stood silently, face shadowed by a deep hood, my arm outreached, lantern in hand. Watching. Waiting.
They would come.
They always came this time of year.
The lost.
And I, I would guide them. If they would follow me.

My breath did not fog in the chilly air, it never did.
No one ever saw me.
Just the light of the lantern I held.
A figment of their imagination.
A guide to keep them safe.
If they believed I was safe.

Once though, just once, it would be nice. Nice if someone would see beyond the lantern. See me.
But that wouldn't happen.
They needed the light.
They didn't need the darkness that resided behind.

"Hi."
I frowned, turning my head in surprise at the unexpected voice coming from my right.
The bright blue eyes of a child looked up at me with a huge smile on his face.
I glanced to the lantern, but the child wasn't looking at it.
He was looking at me.
Why in the world was he looking at me?!
"This is where you say Hi back you know." He continued with a wide grin.
I blinked. "Hi."
He nodded. "There you go, what are you doing out here by yourself? Isn't it getting kinda well...cold?"
I blinked again. He heard my voice, heard me respond. How in the world was he seeing me when no one else could?!

-Inspiration from costume I was wearing and a Detective Conan fanfic.

To Tame An Introvert

He doubted anyone else noticed her, as she hesitantly entered the house from the darkness beyond. Her eyes blanched, face desperately remaining neutral as she saw the crowd of people jammed into the living room. Her fingers twitched, nearly clenching, before she gave the slightest of nods and moved into the room, warily watching those around her.
It came as no surprise to him as she quickly navigated the crowd, flashing him a quick smile as she caught his eyes before she moved past him, headed to the corner of the room where there were less people. She turned, arms folded and leaned against the wall, obviously trying to appear relaxed, and for the most part passing.
He smiled to himself, glancing away. He knew an Introvert when he saw one, though why she'd decided to come to the party tonight, he didn't know. She hadn't gone to any person, only conversed with others if they conversed with her first. To all appearances, she'd come alone, with no friends to go to.
He frowned before quickly putting on a more neutral face as he studied her from the corner of his eye. She seemed to be watching the crowd, eyes intent, her mouth twitching into a smile every now and then. Was she smiling from something she saw? Or from something she was thinking?
Introverts were notorious for having their minds a million miles away. They weren't one for crowds. He rubbed the back of his neck. So why was she here? Introverts would only come to such gatherings if forced by a friend, yet she had no friend.
It was a mystery he wanted to solve, but by the time he'd managed to disengage from his own group of friends....the Introvert had vanished.
He exhaled. That was to be expected. They never stuck around long if they could help it. He'd seen it before, Introverts testing the waters, seeing if a group situation was ideal for them or not.
He could only hope that she thought this sort of event was ideal for her, because if it was, she'd come again. If it wasn't...it would probably be the only sighting of the Introvert he'd ever get.

-Inspiration from going to Ward Prayer by myself.

On the Run

I dove for cover under a bush, desperately gasping for air as quietly as I could.
Considering I sounded like a dying whale, being quiet wasn't that easy to do.
Burying my face into the ground as my lungs attempted to inhale the entire earth's atmosphere, I listened to the copter and planes flying over head. They'd tried to shoot me before I dove among the trees the bullets biting into the dust all around me. I had to have had used up a ton of Luck given the fact that I hadn't been hit by any of them. How much longer would Luck stay on my side though? I'd been on the run for at least two weeks, surely I would be hitting empty soon.
Pushing to my feet, now that the aircrafts in the sky were moving away, I once more broke into a run. Please Luck. Let me make it before you leave. I pleaded. Please.

-Inspiration from watching the play: 39 Steps

Me: *reads sad ending to a story*
Brain: WHAT?!?!
Me: ()_()
Brain: WHAT?!!? NO! YOU CAN'T END IT LIKE THAT!
Me: I know right? This isn't right.
Brain: HOW COULD YOU AUTHOR!??!? You KILLED OF THE MAIN CHARACTER?
Me: That poor girl never got to make up with the guy.
Brain: It's an OUTRAGE! How could they? No. NO I REFUSE. The MAIN CHARACTER IS NOT DEAD!
Me: But he is, that's how the story was wri--
Brain: Well we'll have to write an alternate ending then. Because This. Cannot. Stand. *sets to work on alternate ending* 

From the Skies

I paused under a tree, lifting a hand to shade my eyes. A pointless gesture really as the helicopters in the distance didn't change colors. Black like vultures of doom, they flew in formation overhead. I couldn't help but shiver and step further back into the shadows of the tree. Black meant war. Three meant trouble. Trouble was coming, and I wanted nothing to do with it.
Silently I watched the three symbols of doom cross the clear skies heading into the sunset. There was no reason for them to be looking for me. Yet, I wondered. If I could see them, could they see me?

-Inspiration from seeing 3 black army like helicopters flying together towards sunset.

Brain: ALL THE STORIES!!
Me: We should probably you know...head for bed.
Brain: No Way!! Did you not just read this cliffhanger ending? WE HAVE TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT!
Me: Okay, okay, but let's stop reading once we finish the story okay?
Brain: THERE'S A SEQUEL!?!?
Me: O.O WHAT?! Give it to me now!!

Social SItuations

It was from the party last night.
The ward Halloween party to be exact.
Not that it wasn't a fun party.
But socializing is always stressful.

Add into that when you're wearing shoes that you're not used to wearing.
And having to be social probably got my muscles a bit tensed up.

I ended up with tense muscles today that started in my legs,
And then moved up to my head.

Helped along probably by not drinking enough liquids.
Taking a nap and sleeping stressed.
And then reading a really intense story...

Ah. Such a good story, so hard to stop, even if it was the last nail in the coffin for the onset of the Headache monster.

Hopefully it goes away with real sleep...
We'll See.

The Watcher

I leaned against the pillar, watching the crowd in front of me.
They had it so easy. Grouped together, chatting, laughing, having fun.
I tapped my fingers against my sleeve, keeping a small smile on my face, even though I wanted nothing more than to leave the noise, the bustle, the happiness.
I didn't belong here.
But having not driven myself, I couldn't just leave.
I exhaled. Again regretting that I'd let myself be dragged to this farce of socialization.
With my friend being the most social out of everyone, I doubted that we'd be leaving anytime soon. I watched him flit about the pretty girls, easily moving from one conversation to the next.
Oh yes, we'd be stuck here for hours.
He glanced at me, and I quickly pulled the smile back up. If I didn't look happy he'd come over and try to introduce me to whoever he'd just met. For extra measure I lifted my hand in a wave, encouraging him to go back to the pretty face.
It wouldn't of any good to try and get him to leave early.
I'd learned that lesson long ago.
Now if only I could learn the lesson of not letting him convince me to come to these things, I'd be in good shape.

-Inspiration from a Halloween party I went to.

They Can't Take Me

I am the Magician.
Crowds bow before my name.
Magic upon Spells.
Tricks Among Enchantments.

They tremble.
They adore.
They curse.
They weep.

For I am the Magician.

They cannot take me, for I do not walk among them.
They cannot find me, for I tread paths yet unseen.

I am the Magician.

I play upon their clueless lives.
For none shall conquer me.
None shall rule me.

Be ye therefore grateful.

I am the Magician.

Here to Entertain.
Not to rule.

For Magicians are given to wonder.
Sorcerers are made to rule.

-Inspiration from the shows Magic Kaito and  Mr Norrell & Dr. Strange

Lost

They probably thought I was dead.
If they even knew I was missing in the first place.
Again, I cursed my bad luck that I'd lost my phone while hiking.
If only that Bee hadn't come out of nowhere and startled me.
If only I hadn't been standing so close to the edge.
If only...
If.
Ifs weren't getting me out of my predicament.

I exhaled wearily looking up at the sun, blinking to get the two of them to become one.
Dehydrated.
Injured.
And....lost.

I should have stayed put after I'd woken up from my fall.
I shouldn't have had so much confidence in myself, in knowing what direction to go.

Now I was lost.

I exhaled, leaning against a tree, my broken arm held close to my side.
How many days had passed now?
How lost could I be to have days pass without me finding my car?

I sank to the ground, closing my eyes.
Help would come soon.
It had to.
Someone would find me.
They would.
I just had to hold on a while longer.

-Inspiration from seeing a news story about a missing hiker.

The Maze

The Corn Stalks whispered amongst themselves.
Guarding the path that had been created through them with all diligence they could muster.
The sunflowers, the original guardians, were long dead. Their burnt out faces still desperately trying to find the sun that had long abandoned them.
Now, all that remained was darkness, for the corn could grow in the moonlight where the sunflowers could not.
Silent they waited.
Silently they guarded the path.
Waiting to see, if any of the souls that wandered among them would find the key.
Solve the mystery.
And bring the sun back once again.
So far none had done so.
Many had perished.
But still, the corn held out onto hope.
The corn remembered the sun.
Soon, soon they would feel it's rays again.
Soon.
Once the key was found.

-Inspiration from wandering around a Corn maze.

First Encounters

It was the same every day.
I would sit at a table in the food court, grateful to sit down for a few minutes and shove whatever food I happened to grab that day down my throat.
And then a few minutes later she would come sit at the table next to me, her food neatly held in her hands.
We never spoke.
I'm pretty sure she didn't know I existed.
It was probably just her habit that she sat at that table.
Perhaps she'd been sitting there since before I started sitting at my table.
I stared down at the garbage on my tray, not daring to look again.
Great.
I'd just realized. If she'd been sitting there before I'd been sitting there....then she probably saw me as a stalker of sorts.
It would be best to not speak to her.
Continue to pretend I didn't know she existed.
That way, I wouldn't be a creep.
I exhaled, closing my eyes. This was pathetic.
Tomorrow I would sit at a different table.
That way, she wouldn't think I was stalking he--
"Umm, excuse me."
I jerked liked I'd been electrocuted, and winced as I felt my face heating up. "ah..ah..yes?" I said staring up at the girl that I'd just been trying to not think of. How long had she been standing by me?!
She lowered her hand from her mouth, giving me a smile. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean....I was just wondering if you were going to use your fork? I forgot to grab one today."
I blinked, looking at my tray dumbly. A fork? I hadn't grabbed....Oh. There was a fork in its little plastic baggy on my tray. Why in the world was it there? "Oh, sure, go ahead." I said, quickly grabbing it, hoping to not make a fool of myself. "Here." I offered it to her.
She grinned. "Thanks, you're a life saver."
I managed a weak smile back. "No problem."

-Inspiration from seeing a guy and girl sitting near each other but at separate tables at the mall.

If I Ever -Faces

If I Ever become famous.

I'm going to purposely make weird faces when I'm doing interviews and panels and such.

Just to see if anyone chooses to take a picture and then post it on the internet.

Just to see if they become memes.

Too Much Sleep?

Perhaps it was the nap.
I honestly don't know.
Waking up from a nap with a headache would probably be a good indicator that it was the cause.
But I bet there's something else to it as well.
I mean, yesterday I attributed it to stress, not the nap I took yesterday to that headache.
But today wasn't stressful.
So...it must have been the nap.
Or the lack of proper food, or the position I was sleeping in or who knows what else....
Maybe it was the nap.....

Waking the Dead

It was the Dishwasher.
We have a noisy dishwasher.
One that groans loud enough to wake the dead whenever you open or close the thing.

Usually it's not an issue to have it open and close that loudly.
Because it only happens every now and then.

But today, while I was trying to take a nap,
My roommates decided that they needed to do the dishes.

Which usually means opening and closing the dishwasher.

But for some reason.
Today.
Whoever was upstairs.

Opened and closed that dishwasher at least thirty times it sounded like.
Open and shut.
Open and shut
Open and shut.

Squeaky squeaky squeaky.

Multiple times in a row.
It was like my roommate/s would put something in the dishwasher, close it, then find another dish to place in there so they'd open/shut it again, only to find another dish!
Honestly.
It kept going on for like ten minutes it felt like.

Irritating me to death.
Because why couldn't they just leave the dishwasher open, check to make sure all the dishes are placed inside, and then close it.
And if I was making something, I'd gather all the dirty dishes together first and then open the dishwasher and place it all in.

*shakes head*
In any case.
The repeated groaning/squeaking of the dishwasher.
Was irritating enough to give me a headache.

If I Ever -Crossovers

If I Ever publish multiple books.

I'm going to go write fanfiction between my characters in the different stories. Just to have everyone meet, and then go post it on a website somewhere under a name that isn't my author name, and just wait and see if anyone ever connects that I'm the one who posted the crossovers/fanfic ideas.
It would totally be fun. Just to see. :)

Regrets

She ran a hand over her tired eyes, wishing that the images would leave her mind once and for all.
But it wasn't in her nature. She couldn't stop worrying.
After all, she knew that the Thief had been injured protecting her. She'd seen him bleeding out. She should have gone after him once they'd all escaped the building thanks to his help. Escape from the people holding hostages. Why hadn't she gone after him? She didn't even know if the thief was still alive!! He could have fainted from the blood loss and no one would be the wiser!
She exhaled.
It was all she dreamt about, or had nightmares about. The Thief, bleeding out, injured. There had been nothing in the news about another notice sent by him. He'd been quiet for too long.
She bit her lip. He had to be alright. Please, after all he'd done to save her family and friends, it wouldn't be fair for him to be the only casualty.
If only she had a way to contact him.

-Inspiration from a Fanfic of Magic Kaito

Captured?

If I hadn't known better, I would have thought I was the one in captivity.

The prisoner hardly acted like he was chained up against his will in a prison that we were confident he couldn't escape from.

If anything it seemed like we'd intruded into his house, as he lounged lazily on the single bench provided for him in the space.

"Well, well, well, Visitors." He drawled out. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

The Ill Gotten Prize

They stared in silence at the bound figure before them. Watching as the figure's chest heaved in and out gasping for air through the bag that hid his face.
Was it true?
Was it really true?
That the thief they'd been aiming to capture for the past six months, had been delivered to them like a present on Christmas Morning?
The officers muttered amongst themselves.
It didn't feel right.
To catch him this way.
To have him given to them in this way.
Surely they should have caught them themselves....
The Superior cleared his throat, and the thief stiffened.
"Let him go." He said in an undertone. "We can catch our thief without any outside help."

-Inspiration from reading a Fanfic on Kaito Kid 

Before Time

I groaned, staring at the lock doors before me. Glancing at my watch, my phone, then at the hours posted on the door in quick succession.
I was too early.
How had I managed to be too early?
I had so much to do and this...this was a bad delay.
I glared at the doors. At my phone, at my watch. Betrayed.
The darkened windows seemed to laugh at me.

Of course, with how my life was going right now, it was only to be expected that nothing would go right the first time.
Exhaling, resisting the urge to kick the door. I returned to my car. To wait.

-Inspiration from interaction with a customer at work this morning.

If I Ever -Inspections

If I Ever.....became a District Manager.

I would shake things up.

I wouldn't be caught doing the same old routine.
Showing up on the same day of the week, at the same time, inspecting things in the same order.

I would mix it up.
Do things out of order.
So that I would ensure that I didn't keep seeing the same people over and over again every visit.
I would probably have notes in place for each store.
Of which associates I talked to.
And then I would ensure that I didn't talk to them again the next time I visited.

Yah.... I would mix it up.
That way I wouldn't keep missing the same people everytime I visited.
I would get to see new faces. See new reactions. And make sure that everyone in the store was prepared and knew the answers.

Stop Singing

My hands gripped the stirring wheel tightly, as the people in the backseat launched into a fourth verse of a song that never seemed to end.
I'd never realized that it was so long, but hearing my friends singing it, faltering here and there as they tried to remember all the words or argued about the order of the lyrics...was getting on my nerves.
Make it stop. I silently pleaded. Eyes firmly on the road ahead, glaring daggers at the slow moving cars that prevented me from driving any faster to our destination.
If I had to listen to the song for another four verses I would probably scream.

-Inspiration from personal experience.

The Justs Have It

He sat in the back of the class, bundled up in a sweatshirt, his face resting in his hands, hiding his features.
It wasn't enough for me to not recognize him though. I'd gotten quite the jolt when I'd happened to look up and see him walking by me in the hall.
After all, it wasn't everyday somebody famous passed by you.

But looking at him now, I could only guess that he wanted to draw as little attention to himself as possible. Not being famous myself, I had no real idea how much strain it had to be to have fans, people like me, constantly fawning over him. To have him constantly having to keep a smile on his face.

Really, he looked exhausted. Had he been up late working on set? I bit my tongue as I slid into the seat next to him. "Mind if I sit here?" I asked instead. Surprising myself at how nonchalant I managed to sound.
He shrugged. "Go'hed" he mumbled.
"Thanks." I shot him a smile and pulled out my books, glancing at him from the corner of my eye.
I'd never been so close to a celebrity. Sitting next to him for the next hour. It was any fan's dream come true.

Probably his nightmare though.
I clicked my tongue, holding myself in check.
Don't be creepy. I told myself.
Act normal.
Be casual.
"What's your name?" I asked to be friendly, mentally cursing myself. Idiot. Everyone probably knew his name.
The look he shot me told me he thought the same thing. "Jake." He said in an undertone.
"Short for Jacob?"
"No, just Jake."
"Ah, cool, that's like me. I'm Beth. Just Beth. Not short for Elizabeth." I made a face. "You wouldn't believe how tired I am of being called Lizzy..." I cut off, feeling my cheeks heating up. "Sorry." I turned back to my notebook, pen in hand. "You probably didn't need to know that." Shut up Beth. I scolded myself. I didn't need to be the rambling idiot here. I was already the idiot who asked Jake Riles his name.
His quiet chuckle caught me by surprise. "Just Beth huh."
I ducked my head. "Well, yah, Just Jake. It's just Beth." I snapped my mouth shut, cursing myself. Why couldn't I think before I spoke. "I'll shut up now." I muttered.
"I don't see why you have to." He said with a shrug. "Teacher isn't here yet."
I glanced at him sideways, biting my lip. "Doesn't mean I need to talk to fill the time though....especially since you look like two shots of expresso short of awake."
He raised an eyebrow, running a hand through his blonde hair, making it look all the more attractive. "That bad huh?"
"Yah, Just Jake. You working on applying for the next Zombie Apocalypse or something?" I gave him a once over. "You need more bruising on the face to join their ranks I think."
"And how would you know Just Beth?"
I waved a hand nonchalantly. "Oh you know....I just...know."

-Inspiration from seeing a semi-famous person at church today. No, I did not sit by him nor did I talk to him. But yes, he looked really tired.

Alone

It was things not going to plan at work.

You see, I had expected my coworker to show up around 11:30 today, to be my second in the dept.

But 11:30 came and went....with no sign of my coworker. We called, but just got a voicemail.

And at that moment, when my coworker should have been there.

It got crazy at work.

Customers.

Endless customers.

It wasn't a bad rush or anything.

In retrospect it was pretty slow for a Saturday.

But the fact that I was by myself.

When I'd been expecting help.

The fact that I had to deal with the customers alone, with no backup expected.

It made it worse than it should have been.

Made it rather tense.

As it wasn't the plan.

The plan was for the coworker to show up.

To relieve me so I could go take a break.

So that we could work together to help all the customers.

Instead.

I was called in all directions at once.

And had to help customers as quickly as I could so I could get to the next customer in the never ending line of customers that seemed to be filling the store.

So it's not surprising that I got stressed out from it.

That I got tense.....

And ended up with a headache.

Jumping to Conclusions

This Morning I came upstairs to a weird sight.
Bones in the fireplace.

On Facebook I exclaimed "OKAY! Who in this house is doing midnight sacrifices without telling me?!

But then....chaos ensured.

The Santas.
Who have been hiding out in my room for so long,
Came out to see this picture I'd taken.

Where they've been hiding this entire time....I really don't know.

O.o They disappeared when I moved.....

Must have been exploring.

I thought it was just harmless fun.

And then I noticed the comment below the picture.

Ha....Yah. It makes sense to think it was Santa...after all the bones were in the Chimney.

But the Mini Santas...

Oh boy.

They took it as REAL!

And Dashed up the stairs to make certain of it themselves.

Heedless of my protests that it was just fake. Nothing real.

They didn't believe me.

And some went to investigate closer.

While others already mourned.

Some couldn't even bare to look.

While a handful ventured close. To see for sure. If it was or wasn't Santa

I told them they were taking this far too seriously. That it wasn't Sant----

And then they told me to look up.

And I saw something white dangling above the Skull.

So I reached out to pull.....

Oh No.

It was a Santa Claus Hat.

....This. This wasn't good.

The Santas went into a wailing fit set to bring down the house. Santa was Dead!!

Again, I tried to explain.

It was all fake.

Nothing here was real.

Trying to calm them down.

They were having none of it.

Their Santa had been murdered!

No. No. He hadn't been! Santa was fine! This was just a decoration for Halloween!

I tried soothing them some more.

And then...

One Santa noticed a new comment had popped up.

*Face Palm*

Oh. My dear. Dear. Roomies.

Your timing was.

Awful.

Kidnapped?!

The Santas flew into a Rage.

Obviously this was a Kidnapping gone wrong!!

My roommate had MURDERED SANTA!

And you know what that meant?

Revenge.

The Santas wanted to Kill my Roommate.

Out of nowhere they brought out a knife!

GAH!

Note to self. Santas are Magic. Who knows what they're hiding where.

Apparently Knives are one of those things!

Guys!!

IT WAS FAKE!!!

But heedless to my cries they set off on their mission to kill.

For small guys. They're rather difficult to catch.

>.< Must be magic.

Desperately I tried again to talk them out of their rage.

GUYS!

STOP!

STOOOOOOPPPPP!!!!!

ROOOMMMATTEEEE!!!! RUN!!!! THEY'RE COMING UP BEHIND YOU!!!!

A flash. A blur.

And Santa emerged! Stopping the Mini Santas in their tracks.

HE WAS ALIVE!!! He was fine!

I had been right the entire time. >.<

Swiftly taking the knife away from them, Santa lectured them on their actions for a good two hours.

Leaving them very apologetic.

After all.

Santa's way isn't revenge. Even when things seem to go badly.

No.

The motto they should be living by is:

Peace. Love. And Goodwill to All.

Ah.

The Mini Santas still have a lot to learn about being Santa.

Thankfully the Crisis was averted.

My roommate remained safe and unharmed.

Santa is alive and well

And the Mini Santas have been grounded and sent back to the bedroom to think about what they've done.

*shakes head*

They should have listened to me in the first place.

Fumes Away

It was the marker.

Oh the marker.

So, I undertook for some writing creativity.
To try getting out my story ideas via blank printer paper and markers.

Freeing myself for a few minutes or so from the confines of the lines on a notebook and the pens that could only make things soo bold.

It was glorious.
Using a nice black marker to sketch and scrawl and just make a mess of the paper to my enjoyment.

Only.
The marker.
The marker had a really strong scent.
Really really strong.
Like you can still smell the marker on the paper 24 hours later when you're six feet away from it strong.

So imagine using it to write with.
Even stronger.

*shudders*

Too much sensory overload for sure.

Which....gave me a headache....

No More Lies

I couldn't take it any more.
The lies.
The half truths.
The façade.

I didn't want to do it anymore.

I looked up at her with tears in my eyes, the words I'd been holding back for years finally spilling from my lips.

"It's me." I trembled. "It's been me the entire time, I'm sorry. Truly I am...I just...I just....can't. Not any more." I collapsed at her feet, exhausted both physically and emotionally. "I'm sorry."

-Inspiration from reading online writings for Detective Conan

If I Ever -Energy Levels

If I Ever figure out how to transfer my work energy over to my home so I have energy when I get home....
That would be amazing.

I mean, it's weird.
At work, I have all this energy, my mind is ablaze with ideas and plans and decisions for when I get home.

And then it's like literally as I walk through the door...
I end up nixing all those plans.
And spend the day lazing about instead.
Because my energy to 'do' is gone.

Every day I tell myself: "Today I'm going to _____ "
And then every day....
It's less than likely to happen.

Ugh.
I need to kick myself into gear.
Get the 'to dos' on my list done.

Somehow...it will happen.
If I ever get that work energy into my home....

If I Ever -Book Signings

If I Ever release a book.

You know, if I ever write the book in the first place, get it published, and then go to signings....

If I ever write enough books to become popular .....

It would be fun to have a bit of fun with my fans.

I mean, most of my struggles with writing is that I have troubles picking one plotline to use for a story. There are often alternate endings, changes of behavior, different actions, different orders the scenes could go in...

That it would be fun to have all these "Alternate" things written up and probably nicely bound...
Waiting for the moment.

When my fans are like "Please tell me that SoandSo didn't die."
"Did you ever consider having So and So do this instead?"

Like you know the meme of:
*slides $20 across the table* "So and so didn't die."

-The bribe meme?

It would be fun if I ever become famous and a fan of mine did that.
For me to take the money, wink at them.
Reach into my bag of envelopes.
Pull out the envelop that deals with the questions they asked.
Like preventing a character death.

And slide it over to them.
"Tell no one." I would say.
And let them discover this alternate reality.

lol.
I believe it would be a ton of fun.
Though hard to keep up with if all the fans eventually figured out that I had alternate reality extras they could have if given the right bribe.

Which leads me to thinking more complex thoughts like....
How much they bribe me with depends on how much of an alternate situation I reveal to them....

Twould be interesting.

For sure though, I'm definitely going to save those random scenes that don't make the cut, the POVs that I didn't end up using, the alternate death scenes....

For a moment like that.
When I become famous.

At the Scene

There was something not normal about this guy. She thought narrowing her eyes as the young man wandered around the crime scene. How could he have shown up so quickly for one? How could he be so calm in the face of a horrible death another. She couldn't even look at the mutilated body without feeling like she was going to faint. But he...he didn't seem bothered at all by it.
"Do you come to crime scenes often?" she asked when he wandered by her once more.
He looked up from the ground, raising an eyebrow. "Yah, it's my job, why?"
She shook her head. "No reason." Though he had answered her question. How could one get used to this sort of thing? Ever?

Give The Chance

"Oh no," she murmured dropping to her knees beside the cage. "Come on little one, don't do this." She pleaded, gently picking up the limp guinea pig. "Hang in there. Please." She'd only noticed a couple of days ago that this particular guinea pig was super skinny compared to the rest. She could feel the ribs the spine, the lack of any fat at all really on it.
She bit her lip, gently rubbing the guinea pig's ears, stroking it's back. "Please....please." She whispered. She hadn't meant to be too late. She should have noticed sooner. "Just give me a chance to get you back up to weight. To get you healthy again. Please."
But inside....she knew it was too late. Too late for this one.

-Inspiration: Personal. Work related.