Obligingly Revealing

Squee! I found the fairy tale that I wrote when I was twelve! (Although I'm still looking for the sequel, which was dedicated to my family physician's first son upon the occasion of his birth. If nothing else, I suppose he has a copy of it in my medical records.) It was rather difficult, because my mom isn't here and she's the only one who knows where everything is in this house and the original documents are (presumably) on a bunch of Zip disks that I used to back up our doomed computer and have never since been able to access because I don't have a Zip drive, but I did locate it, cleverly concealed in a folder labeled "[mayhap. (This just goes to show that my mother does understand the alphabet after all, and her claims to be incapable of replacing a book on my shelves in the correct place are utter tosh.)

In the same folder is a printout of a first chapter of an Elizabeth Peters-esque mystery which I will probably type up and share with you too, because I am that much of a masochist it is that funny. The male protagonist defies description. Heck, I'm doing this one first, it's quite a bit shorter, and has slightly better punctuation.

Edit: I didn't correct any errors, I swear. That doesn't mean that I don't know better now. :D

( Chapter One: No, I don't know what I was on, so don't ask me )

Hahaha, how could I Claire ever doubt Oliver Stu's playacting ability? Oliver Stu can do anything, by the sound of it! Also, why the hell does my wish-fulfillment boyfriend " break into my apartment at all hours of the day and night, borrow my books and glue bookplates in them, and make endless sandwiches and leave behind a carpet of crusts", other than the fact that it is hilarious to me? I must be a strange, strange person. But then, I knew that already.

Also, does anyone have any idea how this murder was pulled off? Because I sure don't.

Obligingly Revealing

Squee! I found the fairy tale that I wrote when I was twelve! (Although I'm still looking for the sequel, which was dedicated to my family physician's first son upon the occasion of his birth. If nothing else, I suppose he has a copy of it in my medical records.) It was rather difficult, because my mom isn't here and she's the only one who knows where everything is in this house and the original documents are (presumably) on a bunch of Zip disks that I used to back up our doomed computer and have never since been able to access because I don't have a Zip drive, but I did locate it, cleverly concealed in a folder labeled "[mayhap. (This just goes to show that my mother does understand the alphabet after all, and her claims to be incapable of replacing a book on my shelves in the correct place are utter tosh.)

In the same folder is a printout of a first chapter of an Elizabeth Peters-esque mystery which I will probably type up and share with you too, because I am that much of a masochist it is that funny. The male protagonist defies description. Heck, I'm doing this one first, it's quite a bit shorter, and has slightly better punctuation.

Edit: I didn't correct any errors, I swear. That doesn't mean that I don't know better now. :D

( Chapter One: No, I don't know what I was on, so don't ask me )

Hahaha, how could I Claire ever doubt Oliver Stu's playacting ability? Oliver Stu can do anything, by the sound of it! Also, why the hell does my wish-fulfillment boyfriend " break into my apartment at all hours of the day and night, borrow my books and glue bookplates in them, and make endless sandwiches and leave behind a carpet of crusts", other than the fact that it is hilarious to me? I must be a strange, strange person. But then, I knew that already.

Also, does anyone have any idea how this murder was pulled off? Because I sure don't.