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Post by Soapy on Jul 19, 2010 14:11:31 GMT -5
Indeed. Do your best
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Post by Charmyte on Jul 19, 2010 22:37:34 GMT -5
Good news X2. 1. charmyte.deviantart.com/art/Daemon-Eve-Prologue-1719819792. I finally found a computer to transfer my files (ABitCD, BA, and 3F1)) into a format this computer deals with. So, hopefully an actual ABitCD update will come around! I might also start futher work on Bitter Almonds, the second story to be written. (And for further reference, The order I will be writing is: 1. ABitCD 2. Bitter Almonds 3. Three For One 4. Daemon Æve 5. *a mysterious entry* and depending on when THOSE are finished: 6. Nightmare Fuel 7. Poetic Justice and at any given point in time: Six Prequel/Background stories of Crystal The Meat Locker I Dub Thee, Unforgiven The Darkness Arc)
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Post by Soapy on Jul 19, 2010 23:26:25 GMT -5
Sounds awesome! And yeah, DeviantART is a good site to post your writings
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Post by Charmyte on Aug 13, 2010 21:42:04 GMT -5
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Post by WonderDog on Aug 14, 2010 8:42:49 GMT -5
Scott = Epic win.
You FINALLY updated. What have you been doing all this time you MEAN thing? D:<
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Post by Charmyte on Aug 14, 2010 11:12:36 GMT -5
Trying to phase everything properly. I enjoyed making Scott mean. But for that line, give a little props to Nav. He unknowingly picked it. He was a tad confused when I asked him to pick a random letter.
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Post by Soapy on Aug 14, 2010 23:10:26 GMT -5
More! More! More!
THEY MUST LIVE! LIIIIIIIIVE!
Loved this chapter Charmyte. I hope Soapy and Mickey are okay
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Post by Charmyte on Oct 5, 2010 18:33:52 GMT -5
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Post by Soapy on Oct 6, 2010 12:03:44 GMT -5
I still have to read that. I'll try to read it tonight.
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Post by Kameinu on Feb 18, 2011 19:40:54 GMT -5
I started reading this on FF.net. It's great. Even the OC characters introduced at the beginning. One actually gets to feel for them. And the premise is awesome.
Though, I stopped reading when to many OC's started to appear without much explanation and for whatever reason knew of the existence of Heaven and Annabelle. I'm just not to fond of OC's, so that sudden large dose didn't sit well. Not saying they where bad. I just felt like the story was starting to derail. I do recall this was based on an RP? So I understand the need for so many OC's.
Even when I read further in I realized it wasn't exactly my cup of tea, I think this story deserves praise.
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Post by Soapy on Feb 18, 2011 20:29:10 GMT -5
Well, Soapy and Dante are my chars. And so is Whatsername who's briefly mentioned.
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Post by Sean on Mar 31, 2011 18:50:43 GMT -5
I love the story!I'm actually thinking about changing sites and writing my fanfics on the same site.Idk...
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Post by Soapy on Apr 4, 2011 18:14:55 GMT -5
Update soon Char!!!
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Post by Sean on Apr 4, 2011 18:14:52 GMT -5
I agree!Update soon!
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Post by Charmyte on May 27, 2012 17:41:31 GMT -5
Cue the Lazarus Syndrome, the story is alive again! I promise I'll try to get it done in this life; I'm changing the way I'm writing this: I'm writing with intent that this will be the ONLY story that I write. No series or sequels and other bull I was assuring myself I could handle. Also trying to keep a limit on new characters: I'm always open to a little criticism to make the story better.
As proof that it didn't die immediately after chapter 11, here's a little bit of what's chapter 12 so far. = Chapter 12:
[August 29th – 9:15 pm]
The night skies of Heaven were clear, but tension resided in the air. Nerves were on edge, no one trusted anyone else, and the threat of revolt was a possibility. Taking the worst of the heat was Johnson. The angels needed to blame someone, and he was the most prominent figure. Out of all the kindred spirits, it was him feeling the hurt.
He stood over Annabelle’s body in her tower. She was still unconscious on her bed, hanging on by a mere thread of hope. Her fur had paled, her body cold, her heart slowly beating a rhythmic swan song. The sight of her was depressing: a once chipper and lively dog now rigid and tempting death.
From behind, a soft voice spoke: “You still here?”
Johnson turned around with fur on end to see Jackie walking into the room, carrying in some angel food cake. “Jackie! Don't sneak up on me like that.”
“Sorry,” she spoke before gulping down a slice of the cake. “I didn't expect you to still be up here.”
“Where did you expect me to be? Leaving the tower would get me ambushed by the angered angels.”
“Quite a rowdy bunch, aren't they?”
“Nah! They're just the most calm angry mob I've ever seen!”
“Sheesh, no need to get testy.”
Johnson stared at her with annoyance before sighing heavily. “I was told Heaven would be a leisurely place: somewhere where the pains of reality can melt away. This..., this conundrum is not what I was promised.”
“Many, if not all, dogs are mis-informed, John. They don't have any clue how well off they get it before they die. Everyone has been lied to. Nobody told of how life should be lived before their end.”
“You sure do have a way with words Jacky.” Johnson smiled.
“That's because I can see past the half-truths.” She picked up a slice of the cake and motioned for Johnson to take it. “Eat, perhaps it'll make you feel better.”
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