Entry #A-1: "A" [Text]

[dead_black_eyes]

[It's his first time posting to the network, and he doesn't realize it yet. Because he has taken out a clean sheet of paper, titled it a number that is almost as comforting as his birthdate as a working title, and has begun draft 18 of Chapter 9 of his detective novel's sequel.]

"But, Jonathan," she whispered, leaning close and hugging embracing him happily like she never wanted to let go. "I don't want you to leave. It's too dangerous.

He didn't care about the danger, but he cared about Joann Sophie Florence Abigail Esmeralda Marie.

"I love you," Marie said, sincerely like she meant it lovingly.

"I

[At this point, the struggling unpublished mystery writer scribbles to vent some frustration.]

Comments

voice

[dead_black_eyes]

You're using your real voice on the network, which is arguably just as foolish.

Re: voice

[fridayisyellow]

Why? Do you have voice tracking software?

voice

[dead_black_eyes]

I don't, but it exists, and someone might.

Re: voice

[fridayisyellow]

Well they're more than welcome to know my real name, but for you it's the swan. Got it?

voice

[dead_black_eyes]

No, I've forgotten.

Re: voice

[fridayisyellow]

Hmph. You're not very bright are you?

voice

[dead_black_eyes]

Guess not.