Chloe sighed, deep in thought, as she sat idly on a bench in one of the more dimly-lit hallways of the hospital she worked at. She had already finished everything on her agenda, so she was basically allowed to do as she wished unless a new patient arrived. Today was slow, as there was nobody who particularly needed care; actually, currently there were no patients at all. This wasnt especially rare; not only was the hospital a relatively small operation, the fact that everybody on its staff was, in the technical sense, dead, probably had a large part in it.
There she sat, Chloe Patra, the nurse mummy, mumbling something to herself about
The bus screeched to a halt. As the doors slid open with a mechanical FWOOSH Katherine enthusiastically leapt out immediately, followed slowly by Oscar, who had been asleep about five seconds ago before being awakened by some very violent jostling. None of the several dozen other folks riding the bus got off, and after a few seconds the doors closed and the bus sped away, leaving the two in a nice cloud of diesel fuel. As Oscar wrinkled his nose (or lack thereof), he looked around. This place was nicer than the outskirts, but definitely not the central area. It looked like a standard urban city. He looked over to Katherine, who
Chloe sighed, deep in thought, as she sat idly on a bench in one of the more dimly-lit hallways of the hospital she worked at. She had already finished everything on her agenda, so she was basically allowed to do as she wished unless a new patient arrived. Today was slow, as there was nobody who particularly needed care; actually, currently there were no patients at all. This wasnt especially rare; not only was the hospital a relatively small operation, the fact that everybody on its staff was, in the technical sense, dead, probably had a large part in it.
There she sat, Chloe Patra, the nurse mummy, mumbling something to herself about
Current Residence: A house. Favourite genre of music: EVERYTHING YOU HATE MP3 player of choice: WinAMP Shell of choice: Lobster Favourite cartoon character: Either Michaelangelo or Krang Personal Quote: "I AM SO VERY KEVLAR"
Does anyone even look at this crap anymore? It says I still have subscribers, but after being gone for like five months I find it doubtful.
Don't take this as a "lol I'm coming back!" thing, though. While I still draw occasionally and come up with ideas, half the time its just a fleeting feeling and soon, I find myself right back to worthlessness. I might upload something if I find myself wanting to but...just forget it. There's nothing worthwhile here.
Since not a lot of people seem to care about my writing that much, this journal may seem kind of pointless. But to me it felt like a major enough decision to warrant a journal. I said at the comments on the second chapter of Technical Difficulties that I was hoping that I would be able to finish the third chapter before summer was over; that's sort of called off now. I was completely ashamed of how long the second chapter took that I wanted to make myself feel better about my writing by doing that; but I wasn't thinking very clearly.
Technical Difficulties is going to have a pretty decent amount of chapters; I haven't numbered them, exactly,