Post by Chuck Michael Shurley on Jul 27, 2011 23:06:44 GMT -6
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The fuel to write
To burn, to stay alive[/size]
To stand and wait[/size][/font]
It takes fuel to light the tiniest star, and fuel to start a fire[/size][/font]
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Chuck could see that the brunette in front of him was disappointed that he didn’t write dirty books. He didn’t really care for them, he liked writing about Sam and Dean, even though they didn’t like him writing about them. He knew that they would surly kill him if he continued. Too bad. He still wrote but didn’t publish. Chuck used to let Becky read the books that he didn’t publish until he and she broke up. Part of him wished that that never happened and that everything was back to the way it was before, when he and her were happy together, not that they stopped being happy together.
“They aren’t very popular. Not a lot of people have heard of them. I think the majority of people who sell them are comic shop people.” Chuck answered her truthfully. The man fully knew that his books weren’t popular at all and the people who liked them were like Becky Rosen, a super, obsessive fan. He didn’t really care if people read his books. He was told by the angels to record the visions that they sent him so that’s what he does. He is a prophet, it’s a prophets job to record the Father‘s word, even though it was a load of crap to deal with and sometimes he doubted that it was really the Father’s word.
Chuck watched the woman behind the counter glare at them and he just handed her the credit card. He would never come here again because of this lady behind the counter. He wondered what put the stick up her ass. Chuck took his credit card and he then put it back into his wallet again and he looked up at Faith, after picking his things up from the counter.
“They aren’t very popular. Not a lot of people have heard of them. I think the majority of people who sell them are comic shop people.” Chuck answered her truthfully. The man fully knew that his books weren’t popular at all and the people who liked them were like Becky Rosen, a super, obsessive fan. He didn’t really care if people read his books. He was told by the angels to record the visions that they sent him so that’s what he does. He is a prophet, it’s a prophets job to record the Father‘s word, even though it was a load of crap to deal with and sometimes he doubted that it was really the Father’s word.
Chuck watched the woman behind the counter glare at them and he just handed her the credit card. He would never come here again because of this lady behind the counter. He wondered what put the stick up her ass. Chuck took his credit card and he then put it back into his wallet again and he looked up at Faith, after picking his things up from the counter.
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TAGGED Faith
NOTES
LYRICS Fuel :: Marit Larsen
[/blockquote]TAGGED Faith
NOTES
LYRICS Fuel :: Marit Larsen
