This is part two of the Bobian story.
I’ve been trying new things, like playgrounds and malls, lately. Did you know that there is a gang that converges on both of these areas with regularity, spouting all sorts of code words and swearing life-long allegiance to each other? I’ve been told BFF is not supposed to be taken literally and that ‘tween girls aren’t really dangerous, but the very name ‘TWEEN’ sounds like something that could rip your heart out with a well-placed protractor. I do think I’ve managed to decipher some of the code, though, and am sneaking it into my next short so that others will be warned. Better to be prepared than not!
I’m playing around with new stuff on Wattpad. Enjoy. I’m off to hunt an elusive Analogy Beast.
It’s here! The final part of the short story that has six readers on the edge of their seats! It’s all here: dragons, Ninjas, drama, death, and even the dreaded Editor! What are you waiting for? Go read! Now! Okay, soon. Maybe?
It’s the penultimate part to the short story I’m doing on Wattpad. I think the site keeps leaving off zeroes, so I’m up to nearly 300 reads (or less than 30, if you want to believe that could possibly be accurate). I’ll have to think of something new when this passes… or maybe post a chapter or two of Veneri Verbum to whet a few appetites. My Social Reality Manager, Chelo, will be taking over the posting after the short is finished. I hope you’ll all be as wonderful to her as you’ve been to me. Okay, wonderfuller. She could quit on me.
If you’ve never experienced birth goo and Censor Pixies, this is the part for you. If you have experienced birth goo and Censor Pixies, this is also the chapter for you, because you might actually understand it. Read on, MacDuff.
There is obviously a glitch with the Wattpad system, as it only shows sixteen views and I know all my devoted fans are hanging on my every word with my new short story, “Eleventh Hour”. Keep reading! I’m sure Wattpad will fix the issue soon and I’ll be able to thank each and every one of you at an award’s show somewhere.
Time for the next part. I’m debating turning this all over to a social media assistant. Or ghostwriter. Or both. I have things to see, after all, and The Conductor to avoid.
Part three is now available on Wattpad. If you’re not following, I hope it wasn’t to watch the woman do a marathon with red paint in her pants. That was just awkward. How does she get the paint off? Do other runners mind running in the paint? Who puts paint in their pants in the first place and why is it news? Yeah, I thought you’d rather read my story.
The next part is available on Wattpad.