'414' is a really awkward number, no? I mean, just look at it. It's awkward. It doesn't flow right.
So, I have this scene in my head. An epic scene. A sacrificial scene, really. I can't decide where it takes place. In the future, or the past? I imagine some terrible, gory battle somewhere. I imagine the heroes of the story falling in one last blaze of glory, with one remaining; one who wasn't in the battle. Because he/she's a coward? Maybe.
Ooh...I've always wanted to write some kind of love story that just sets itself up for a happy ending and then something terrible and unexpected happens, like the chicky gets hit by a car at the very end, write in front of her lover-boy. Yes, I am twisted...in case you were wondering.
Today was dull. I've had a headache all day. It got really bad after the terribly sugary strawberry-pineapple Sprite I got from Nifty Fifties. It was delicious, but so sugary--instant headache.
And now, for your viewing pleasure: