Emily Perry

[swfc]

Hey Shannon! And don't worry, I'll at least write a good portion of it now. It's going to be quite nasty and hopefully will make you feel sick to your stomachs

The darker the better! Are you going to post teasers?!?!? *begs*

[Oxidizer]

Here's hoping for the sickening factor. As for teasers, here's what I've wrote so far...

Awakening from a brutal nightmare regarding her sadistic past, thirteen-year-old Tracey Thompson cried silently and fiercely into her pillow in her bedroom at the retreat for troubled youngsters aged between 13-19.

Sitting up minutes later, having calmed herself down, Tracey clung onto her pillow like her life depended on it, soaked in sweat as her skin possessed a pale and pasty tone in the wake of her vivid flashback.

“It was just a dream. Just a nasty dream.” She reassured herself, rocking backwards and forth, still holding onto her pillow, desperately wishing it was someone to look after her.

All night she sat on her bed, her legs crossed, and her arms wrapped around the pillow tightly, rocking herself insanely as she tried to comfort herself, until the early hours of the morning where the sun peeked through the material of her curtains, hanging luminously from the window.

[swfc]

Here's hoping for the sickening factor. As for teasers, here's what I've wrote so far...

Awakening from a brutal nightmare regarding her sadistic past, thirteen-year-old Tracey Thompson cried silently and fiercely into her pillow in her bedroom at the retreat for troubled youngsters aged between 13-19.

Sitting up minutes later, having calmed herself down, Tracey clung onto her pillow like her life depended on it, soaked in sweat as her skin possessed a pale and pasty tone in the wake of her vivid flashback.

“It was just a dream. Just a nasty dream.” She reassured herself, rocking backwards and forth, still holding onto her pillow, desperately wishing it was someone to look after her.

All night she sat on her bed, her legs crossed, and her arms wrapped around the pillow tightly, rocking herself insanely as she tried to comfort herself, until the early hours of the morning where the sun peeked through the material of her curtains, hanging luminously from the window.

Awwww, Tracey was a troubled teen? That's so sad.....

More, please! It's good. Very good. Very descriptive as well. I really want to know what the dream was about!

[Oxidizer]

I'm glad you're liking it so far, the dream will be explained when she sees a psychiatrist and the reason she's in there is going to be explained in flashbacks, hopefully it'll come off as brutal.

[Traceve]

Aww Tracey *runs over to Tracey, pulls the pillow away and hugs her*

[swfc]

I'm glad you're liking it so far, the dream will be explained when she sees a psychiatrist and the reason she's in there is going to be explained in flashbacks, hopefully it'll come off as brutal.

Woah, now that is dark. Tracey seeing a psychiatrist.... You must have seriously planned out your entire fic, have you?

[Traceve]

Aww, Damm it!! Tracey!! :(

Are you trying to make me cry

[Oxidizer]

I only planned it it today, so not that much, mostly making it up as I go along.

It'd be good if it did make you cry (in a good way of course ), I'm just writing a scene which is quite explicit which you might find upsetting.

[Traceve]

You did make me cry MY Poor Tracey

[swfc]

Making things up is so cool. Heck, if something makes me cry or leaves me speechless, means it's extremely amazing. Explicit?!?! In what way!?!? I'm game for the explicit scene. As long as I'm at the edge of my seat and glued to the screen, it'll be sweet!