Lunch, oddness
Apr. 8th, 2003 12:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thistlechaserI was going to go grocery shopping at lunch, but then remembered that it was Tuesday and not Wednesday, so the new sales wouldn't start yet. So what did I do? Went home and cleaned the cat box! Fun, fun. No, really. Seriously! (Okay, not really.)
I wrote another 100 word story. For non-fanfic people, a Mary Sue is like a twink in MUSH worlds. Someone too perfect, flawless, loved by all.
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Dear Mary,
I'm dead, but how could I not find a way to write you? My love for you is stronger than even death itself. It's so cold here, Mary, but my memories of your flawless beauty, your long hair and purple eyes, warm me. I'll miss all that we'll never have a chance to do – start a family, defeat Voldemort, etc.
It's true that at first your psychic powers scared me, but how could I not get over that? I love you, Mary. Everyone does. You're perfect, so smart and talented and wonderful.
I'll never forget you.
Love,
Harry
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It's kind of odd, but people seemed to like it. I got more comments on it than most of my other stories put together. I disliked it almost to the point of not posting it. I started out wanting to write a Peter letter ("Screw you all! And Sirius slept with Lily! So ha ha!") but it just wouldn't click.
Anyway, time to go back to the office. Think the darned elevator is broken. Lots and lots of stairs to climb up. Whimper. Knee's gonna hurt.
I wrote another 100 word story. For non-fanfic people, a Mary Sue is like a twink in MUSH worlds. Someone too perfect, flawless, loved by all.
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Dear Mary,
I'm dead, but how could I not find a way to write you? My love for you is stronger than even death itself. It's so cold here, Mary, but my memories of your flawless beauty, your long hair and purple eyes, warm me. I'll miss all that we'll never have a chance to do – start a family, defeat Voldemort, etc.
It's true that at first your psychic powers scared me, but how could I not get over that? I love you, Mary. Everyone does. You're perfect, so smart and talented and wonderful.
I'll never forget you.
Love,
Harry
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It's kind of odd, but people seemed to like it. I got more comments on it than most of my other stories put together. I disliked it almost to the point of not posting it. I started out wanting to write a Peter letter ("Screw you all! And Sirius slept with Lily! So ha ha!") but it just wouldn't click.
Anyway, time to go back to the office. Think the darned elevator is broken. Lots and lots of stairs to climb up. Whimper. Knee's gonna hurt.
