WELL WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT.
OKAY UM. The reason I'm so nervous is because I'm supposed to... WAIT. I'LL JUST WRITE DOWN THE RULES AFTER THE PRETTY PICTURE. HAHA.
1. Open WIP to the seventh page
2. Scroll past the seventh line
3. Copy the next seven paragraphs and paste them on your blog for the world to read
4. Tag seven people (I don't know this many people...)
You can now see why I'M FREAKING OUT.
But anyways, *coughs* as you can see, the story (out of the millions) I've chosen to do is my current, big project the Shard Race: Sapphire Shard.
*Goes to examine what I'm about to post*
TWISTERS, IT'S SO CRINGY I'M CRYING!!!
This is like one of the WORST parts of the story because I can't get my character's type/personality/how-he's-supposed-to-speak right. I'm sorry for your eyes.
He saw the entrance doors and tried to attempt a casual run. He didn’t want to run into anybody he didn’t want to see. He was about 10 feet away from the revolving doors when he saw someone emerge from them. Someone he did not, whatsoever, want to come across.
His hood was pure black, his shirt a pure white, navy blue pants, and bare-feet. His eyes were a dazzling ice blue, and they were sharp and alert. His eyes stumbled upon the griffin who was staring right at him.
“Why hello, Karthik,” The handsome boy said. He held himself with a prideful strength, and rivalry gleamed in his eyes.
“Hello Yusif,” Karthik answered. Yusif put his hands behind his back and walked toward Karthik.
“To what do I owe this pleasure,” Yusif asked, walking around Karthik as if examining his stature. Though Karthik couldn’t see it, he knew Yusif was trying to see what trouble he had gotten into.
“You owe nothing,” He replied through gritted teeth. Pain started to resonate through Karthik’s hands. His fingers were getting a cramp from trying to resist the urge from balling his fist and giving Yusif a wonderful makeover.
“Good, good. I was afraid you were going to beg, no… cry and plead for money to support your family,” Yusif said. He patted Karthik’s cheek and chuckled. “Though both you and I know that I would never do such a thing. Well, I must be off doing what wealthy people do.” With that, he strode off, glancing behind him to show that gleam of rivalry flash across his eyes one last time.
I'm... I'm so sorry for this Twisters...
Like, there's only one other part of this story that's super bad like this one that I can't bear to read. BUT THE REST IS GOOD!!! I think...
Anyways, here you have it! The worst part of my story! I must say though, this is like, the peak of Karthik. This is one of the best moments of him, both dialogue and character-wise. In those terms, it's literally amazing. Love Karthik. BUT YUSIF HERE IS TERRIBLE. I'M SORRY. He does get better though, because I've fleshed out his character a ton.
(But in all seriousness though, what even is "I'm must be off doing what wealthy people do"?)
Thanks Alexa for tagging me in this!!! This was super... fun... and it was a great experience!
Since I don't know anyone else other than Alexa, I'm going to make this one a freebie! If you want to do the tag, go ahead! Have some fun!
That's all I've got for you today!
Catch ya later Twisters!
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