TITLE: Supernatural Spa
RATING: T for Teen
SPOILERS: None
Word Count: 1951
SUMMARY: A haunted spa that Sam and Dean must investigate.
A/N: Written for losingntrnslatn 's 1hour2write  com. I used the August challenge, picture #2.  Beware, it's silly, unbeta'd stuff.  I'll eventually get around to making sure the grammar makes sense and stuff, hell, I may even add onto it.  But for now, it's to be posted here until I decide what to do with it.

 

( Supernatural Spa )

I have to say, I haven't written any fic in a while.  But I had been browsing losingntrnslatn 's site and found this: 1hour2write a challenge for February.  Picture 11 really stuck with me and I found that I actually had a problem keeping my writing within 1 hour.  Needless to say there is potential for more story here, but until then... enjoy!

Oh, and the challenge actually comes from a comm 1hour2write.

Picture #11
Story: Old Fashioned Hospitality
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: G for everyone!
By: Sarahzilla
Summary: Sam and Dean are out of cash and in the middle of nowhere and find refuge in an old barn.

 

( Old Fashioned Hospitality )

So I'm in a sharing mood.  I made some graphics for a few fanfics I've got in the works, and one is just a general banner.  All Supernatural.  Yes I'm obsessed.
( Check it out! )

So today I attended a meeting with my call center manager.. Doyle something...  He gave a passionate speech about how customer service could only improve if the company cared for their employees and listened to them.  I listened to him from my uncomfortable spot on the floor because the damn conference room didn't have enough chairs!  If he wants happy employees I suggest he start with the basics.

On another note, I finished editing a fanfiction today.  I felt like I was actually making it worse.  I have so much trouble with passive voice it's not even funny.  I think it goes back to my patchy education on the English language.  Either that, or I just wasn't paying attention in class.  But the problem with being a military brat is you move to different schools.  Many schools teach different things in different grades, there's no standards across all the states.  So somewhere in there some things were skipped.  It wasn't until my Freshman year of highschool when we were playing a mad libs game that I admitted to my teacher I didn't have a clue what an adverb was.  She kindly found some adult education materials on the subject and privately assisted me.  The rest of the rules are pretty sketchy and I admit I write mainly instinctually.  Which I think I do a pretty damn good job of it too!  (For the most part anyways)

My dad pissed me off Thursday night.  I was settling down to watch Supernatural and he was playing poker on the computer.  Not five minutes into the episode he says, "How the hell can you watch this shit?  The acting's bad, the story is ridiculous..."  I cut him off and asked him if I mocked his shows.  He shut up, but the rest of the episode I kept thinking he was judging the show and it really spoiled it for me.  I was really upset.

A good thing (sorta) happened to me the other night.  My monitor refused to turn on.  Crap.  That means I need a new one.  Well I headed down to Tech for Less and picked out a nice one.  Brought it back and realized I do NOT like Wide Gamut Color monitors.  Wide Gamut is not standard for the internet or programs so it's overkill and the colors apear over saturated and look like crap.  So I returned the monitor and got another, this one was $80 cheaper, 22' wide screen.  It's beautiful.  So much space.  I think my monitors will progressivly get larger over the years.  And as I get more money.

I got written up at work today.  I expected it.  My boss was surprised that I didn't argue with him, apparently everyone else on the planet had been arguing with him that day.  Nope. I know I missed a crap load of work when I had the cold from hell, I deserved to be written up.

On another note, my Dad came back from Saudi!!  I can't really say why, except that it involves lawyers, and he'll be here for a week before heading back.  Right now he and my mom are next door dressed as pirates.  I was supposed to do my mom's makeup, I tried to make her look Wenchy, but it turned out more like someone punched her in both eyes.  Oh well.  I wasn't expecting the wrinkles on her eye lids, didn't know how to cope with those.

Good news!  I finished a Supernatural fic!  It's the first one I've finished in forever.  It felt sooooooooooooo good typing that last sentence.  Partly because I was done, and partly because I was being incredably cruel to my character.  Hah!  My friend, muse and the person who kicks me in the ass when I get an idea for another story, Schelz was mad at me for ending it the way I did.  Then I came up with an idea for a sequel.  So I sent my story in to the very bestest Beta in the world, who will pick apart my story, tell me I suck at grammar and hopefully my writing will improve in a few generations.

Bad news!  My hands fucking hurt.  Really hurt.  If I hadn't taken a whopping dose of pain killers I'd not be on the internet at all.  I don't know what it is!  I've gone to physical therapists, acupuncturists, general practitioners and my shrink, done everything they ask, and yet they still hurt.  Oh, and now my jaw, neck and arm also occasionally hurt.

Alright, well I'm back, I had been called away to the neighbors Halloween party.  Their cd player was broken.  So of course my parents spread the word that I am a miracle worker when it comes to electronics (what they don't know is it is only with TV's, and a little bit of computers, the rest of technology, meh).  I trek accross the yard, well the cd's stuck in the little fucker.  To make things worse it's a Bose, and I know those are expensive, so I don't want to take it apart.  Instead I haul over our big ass boom box for them to play their tunes on.  The entire time, I felt extremely uncomfortable.  The guy dressed like Mr T wasn't making it any better.  God, I hope when I'm that old I can still at least use a CD player!

So I actually finished a fanfic for once.  It was in response to a challenge, and granted it's only 500 words.  But with as sucky as my day has been, it's nice to complete something.

It's a Psych Fic.  And if you haven't seen the show, watch it!  It's pretty cute.

Doppelgängers

So I made some new friends and was actually social for once!  And guess what several hours of IMing lead to?  Fanfic!!  From different fandoms!  They're all just some drabbles, but I thought I'd post there here for people to enjoy.

 

( Supernatural Drabble )

 

( Psych Drabble 1 )

 

( Psych Drabble 2 )