As Mickey wished, he watched the candles busts of those who were in his life lapped hungrily by the flames atop their crowns. Their waxy visages gave way to the heat and contorted their faces, bits of them pouring onto the frosting, hissing angrily.
Mickey blew out the candles.
The room darkened and a shrill voice crept from the shadows. ”Eleven candles for eleven souls, child,” it snipped. ”The bargain is sealed and your wish is granted by the blood of those you’ve betrayed this day.”
A smile curled across Mickey’s lips as the voice whispered into his ear, “This day, copyright law no longer applies to you.”
"His password is the initial letters in the names of all the cities he’s lived in, in order, alternating capital and lower-case letters, a string of digits and a punctuation mark." "Wow, that’s almost as complex as my password.”
Ok, that’s it. I full-on adore Spencer Hastings. She’s just awesome.
I just wrote a sequel to The Morning After. It still needs polishing and editing, but should be posted in a couple of days or so.
The sequel is about three times as long as the original story. It could be posted either in one go, or a chapter at a time over a period of time. Which would be generally preferred, and if per-chapter, how long a period of time would be suitable? One chapter a day? One a week? Something else?
nixflixfix asked: Pleeeeeas write a second part of "the morning after" pls!!!!
I actually have an idea for what it might be about, so it might happen.
And it did. I just wrote the closing words. It should be posted in a day or two.