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Monday, April 21st, 2008
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11:31a - Preview
I'm working on a new story, about a man named Connor. I've got the first chapter written. I don't know how long it's going to be, but I'm two paragraphs into the second chapter, and I like where it's going.
Here's some previews:
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. . . The setting sun leaked through the holes in his shower curtain. The light in the bathroom burnt out last week and he wouldn't have the spare cash to get a new bulb for it until the week following this one. If it wasn't for the sun he could just sit there in his heated water and his darkness. If it wasn't for the sun.
Connor stood up after he started to feel the heat in the pipes draining. It was probably about eight o'clock, he guessed. The available water temperature and pressure usually receded around this time. Workers coming home, much like he had an hour ago, wanting their showers, and their solitude, and their heat. Some coming home to their women. Some coming home to their men. Some, like Connor, coming home to the fading sunset through their windows. . .
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. . .For the past year. (Or was it two years? He was never very good with keeping track of time.) Connor only had two women in his life. He had his 75 year old landlady that banged on his door every other Thursday, telling him his rent was late. He would then, every other Thursday, remind her that he gets paid on Fridays and he would have the money for her as soon as he got in the next day. After this ordeal was over, he had Lua.
Lua had been living with Connor since he'd found her in the back alley behind the building he lived in. When they met she was digging through the trash looking for something to eat. He took her inside, fed her, let her use the washroom at her leisure (and his request) and realized instantly that he liked her quite a bit. Lua had long, jet black hair. The kind that's rare to have naturally these days because of all those crazy people with the dye jobs and cuts and whatever else might have gotten popular in the past year or so. She had no holes in her head that would not have been there naturally, and was about as clean as could be expected. After their first meeting she was considerably cleaner on a regular basis. Her eyes would glitter when you looked into them. They were bright blue and no matter how you stared into them, it was the same as looking into a cut diamond with a light shining through it. . .
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That's actually a lot more than I had intended to show, but I'm having trouble finding spots to cut it off. There are parts that I think are way better than this too, but I'm trying to save those for later.
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