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They ain't mine, I'd reeeeeeeally like them to be though. Anybody
gonna give me any money for them? Nope! Didn't think so!
So please don't sue me. If you do, all you'll get is a 13 year old
who will tell you in no uncertain terms, that you have no style.
Oh, yeah and a 6 year old with killer blue eyes, who likes to stay up till
midnight and torment his sister and the
cat. On second thought, sue me. Please, anybody? I'll testify
on your behalf.
LOL! Kim
feedback welcome! VinTanner2@aol.com
Maggie, this is for you, oh great maniacle one!
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"Please?" Kim begged, but the maniacle one was having none of it.
"HA HA HA HA!" she laughed in poor Kim's face, and bent her head to the large pad of paper she had been furiously scribbling on.
"Please Maggie?" Kim was practically whining now. "Please don't do it."
"Don't try looking pathetically at me, I'm not Cassie." Maggie told her scornfully.
"Maggie, I'm begging you. Please don't use that. Kim insisted urgently.
"Why shouldn't I use it?" Maggie demanded hostilely.
"Maggie, you're so creative. You ought to be able to write at least one Fic without it." Kim told her sincerely.
"Look Kim, the only things you've written have been these ridiculous little Fic writer's war shorts, and various other silly things. And you have the nerve to tell me how to write a good fic." Maggie sneered evilly at the cowering Kim.
"I don't want to tell you how to write a fic, just please leave that one little thing out." Kim snivelled at her idol.
"Kim, when you've written as many fics as I have, come back and tell
me what I need and don't need, ok?" Maggie's tone gentled a little.
"Now, why don't you go work on that fic with Shawna like you're supposed
to be doing, and let
me get back to mine?"
Kim hung her head in sadness. She'd failed. The great maniacle one was going to do it yet again. Sadly she made her way back to her own computer. It was there in the New Mail part of her Electronic Mailbox.
With trembling finger's Kim clicked on the read button. She hastily
scanned through Maggie's ridiculously long disclaimer. Geez, it'll be midnight
before I find the story she thought. Finally the first words of a
really bad poem (just kidding, you're poems are great) met her eyes. It
wouldn't be long now. Kim hastily scanned down the page and her heart
sank. There
just where she knew it would be, she saw it. The used in every
Vin fic she'd ever read, and still hated phrase.
"THE YOUNGER MAN"
Halfheartedly, Kim read the rest of it. Yes the hurt comfort was
wonderful as usual, and Maggie did have a knack for hurting Vin, that none
of the other Fic author's could quite match, though all had tried.
But Maggie also used every one of those
da**ed cliche's, frequently. Pain filled blue eyes; icy
blue eyes (Even though half of the list thinks Chris' eyes are green.);
companionable silence; Hey,cowboy.
They were all there. Kim sadly shook her head and sighed. If even Maggie can't write one of these stories, without those cliches, I guess it just can't be done, she thought.
Oh well, at least Maggie doesn't have a hole or a cave, Kim brightened at the thought, and went to figure out where she was gonna write in "the younger man" in her own fic!
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Maggie, It's all yours. Do whatever you want with it.
LOL! NO! YOU CANNOT PUT IT THERE! THAT HURTS!
Kim
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