I'm scrapping my fan fiction probably.

Sat, 17 Aug 2024 15:00:37 +0000

My sister asked what I was writing and now I feel weird about it. I got a question about what fandom it was. It was supposed to be a K-Pop fan fiction. I may just make up my own characters but that chance is low so I'm just going to scrap it.

I'm starting a fan fiction but don't know if I should continue.

Fri, 16 Aug 2024 16:33:01 +0000

This is the first part of it! Please leave feedback!!

December. 2nd. 2024. 22:48.

My mouse gilded along the mouse pad making an aggravating scratching noise that made me want to throw it across the room. But who was to blame? I had asked for it last Christmas, and received it. I would have been complaining if I hadn't got it. Don’t get me wrong, I love my glass mouse pad. It’s the first thing people take to notice upon walking in my room. But after a while it gets worn out, and makes a noise like nails against a chalkboard. My fingers went over the keyboard typing out each email of confirmation to the people who had reserved a tour of the Leonardo da Vinci exhibition in the art museum. The most popular exhibition. “five more to go.” I murmured under my breath, tired and craving even a wink of sleep. I loved my job at the art museum. Since I was a little girl I dreamed of moving to Italy to work at one. And here I was. Not what I expected. But I had a decent manager at least. A middle aged man named Niccolò who never forgets to bring me a cornetto every morning. Now that I recall it, as a little girl though I also thought I would be married by now with a whole rom-com love story. Was I really such a hopeless romantic since a young age? I clicked send on the last confirmation email and shut my computer, throwing myself on the already made, small bed my apartment had. It didn’t take long for me to fall asleep considering I had been awake since 5:30 in the morning.

December. 3rd. 2024. 5:30.

My phone blasted the noise of my alarm as I groaned tired and shut it off. I got up rubbing my eyes as I prepared my morning coffee. Although I lived in Italy and knew Italian perfectly, I had grown up in a Colombian household with my mother teaching me Spanish and many customs from Colombia. One of the biggest ones being Colombian coffee. I still had Italian coffee for anybody who came over but I barely touched it so it just sat away in one of the kitchen cabinets for who knows how long. Meanwhile I grabbed my phone, scrolling on it when I get an email from my manager.

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I'm scrapping my fan fiction probably.

I'm starting a fan fiction but don't know if I should continue.