I think

I may have finished a new story. This... is very very good. One, because its's been too long and *fist pump* I ACTUALLY FINISHED something recently and two, because now I can concentrate on my upcoming exam and not procrastinate any further (which is what I've been doing with writing this).

I'm excited for it. I was really proud of myself with it up until tonight, when I suddenly went "oh god, this is crap" but I think it's due to the fact I've been editing as I go, so I've reread it a thousand times over and the words have lost their touch. Anyway, later today (because it's three am) I'll do another edit on it, because I think the ending's still a little sketchy and so I should have it up tomorrow, which is awesome, because tomorrow is my birthday (this fact both pleases and somewhat terrifies me).

bee tee dub, I've been totally squeeing over big bangs. I've had to stop though because urgh, exams at the end of this week and through next week (what awful timing, I want to read fic! Not uni things!) but I've been in utter delight at what we've had so far, and can't wait for the rest of them.

zombiiiieeees

Yeah, we're gonna talk about this, because STEPHANIE'S GOT THE GUN.

[SPN]: January Sun

4,488 words.
PG-13, Gen.
Sam, Dean, OFC, Wee!chester.
Disclaimer: Anything recognisable does not belong to me.
A/N: To celebrate my birthday, I'm posting fic. Enjoy.

Summary: December Jones sits on the front porch, chalk in one hand and paper doll in the other. Inside, the television blares midday self-help programs but no one listens. Chalk dust kisses the wood and blankets her fingers, pale pink, blue, yellow and white. It’s wedged under her nails and she doesn’t think it’ll ever come out. Across the road, the house come alive, breathes light and bright and a boy waves at her from the passenger door of a big black car. 



( January Sun. )



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