This week on Wednesday Briefs, the stars are in alignment and sun flares are on the rise. The tides are shifting in strange ways, there are three rainbows coming out of the sea, and Damon Lindelof is riding down a mountain side on his precious Swan Hatch door/coffee table.
Why? Because I didn't write a fanfic. I wrote a piece of original fiction! The first part of a continuing series! I don't know exactly how it will play out, but I hope y'all join me in finding out how this story goes.
Why? Because I didn't write a fanfic. I wrote a piece of original fiction! The first part of a continuing series! I don't know exactly how it will play out, but I hope y'all join me in finding out how this story goes.
Washed
Right Out, Chapter One. Original fiction. Prompt used: cell phone, plants, shampoo.
Samantha
was wrist-deep in Riley's Medusa-esque head of curls situated over
the sink when the cell phone hanging off her hip began to play a
mariachi cover of "Bohemian Rhapsody", clashing with Les
Belles Vagues Boutique's aesthetic of overflowing potted plants and
colorful tile art.