Saturday, October 31, 2009

Tar Swisher How Bad For Lungs

Happy Halloween!

It's been over a year ago that I panned the first chapter of the Supernatural Fanfiction Supernatural stories. To go with Halloween now chapter two of the now deleted Wrongdoing. There

Chapter One's
here

title of the story:
Supernatural stories

Author:
Kari_Yagami (formerly-Sam_Winchester)

Fandom: Supernatural
Timeline: Season 1
Plot: Sam and Dean hunt somewhere in Iowa, a spirit with a penchant for repetition
anti quality of the characters: Dean is about as intelligent as a flower pot , Sam a bitchy crybaby
spelling, grammar and style: passable, some typos and tense errors, chronic Konjunktionenmangel which / that

~ "Looking for something bestimtes" asked Dean with his mouth full. Sam looked at him with raised eyebrow. " (You know that I have lost my brain in here somewhere!) I Do not know yet." He said briefly. Dean looked a bit puzzled, had already served a yes or no, (everything he did anyway, with its three remaining brain cells) but he went on eating anyway. Had ( it every time he saw something in this FF not at dinner waived, he probably would have starved) ~




Chapter 2: 2. Grave stone


Cut: A mix of the original opening credits and quotes from Chapter 1

It was raining like cats and dogs, as Iowa was flooded (as if it is "like" s raining had). Jim worked but not further at its biggest factory. He put her grave stones and always thought it the perfect job for it was. He ran this business for many years now. It was for him a kind of art and like any other. (For example, the fine art of record linkage. Had it done to him.) Suddenly a woman came and entered the backyard of the house where Jim was working hard. The woman had no umbrella, rain was wet and otherwise dressed simply. (All right. Will it rain with the clothes can not say you simply wet. No more overdressed! I should patent to me.) The older man she noted. (Jim can duplicate it and apparently age.) "Hello, I can help them, "he asked and made a gesture that s they should come to him. She stepped closer to him. "I want a Garbstein" she said shockingly direct. (OMG, how unexpectedly, where she is still in a transaction for grave stones!) . Jim was taken aback a bit. Your request would be clear to him, (he was only not quite as bright) but he was rather confused by their clear expression. (So yes, the right one can not formulate. "I would like a stone, sculpture, decorated with engravings in the form of a box for a sacred, located outside court. "So goes this) He nodded anyway. "Have you any idea," he said and led her to exhibit pieces. "It must be simple ... he would like. (who, the stone grave?) antworetet "and she looked him straight in his eyes (Ui, the grave stones have eyes!) . He ran down the back Ice cold, he gulped and showed her a marble from (known to the simplest and cheapest material) , which what Paltz only for the name and was the Personal Data (age, date of birth, occupation, eye color, favorite musicians, etc.) . The woman shook her head. "For too significant. I want a concrete, "she commanded. Jim took a piece. (Was squeezed in the middle of this purely as an incoherent sentence.) It is much thunder and lightning, "Well, may I ask for when the stone is to be," he said gently and stepped back even further. The long black hair of the woman stuck to her wet body. She turned her head slowly in his direction, looking ( him for not threatening to the whole time?) their facial expressions made a derogatory term (A personalized facial expressions, yes ...) . "No one will remember you," she said. Her eyes disappeared, there were n ur still black hull (So my eyes have a spherical shape. How should the sleeves be? So with curtains or what?) . Jim was terrified and wanted in his home race, but he stopped and looked down at himself. (In these dirty clothes he could not easily go to his house!) The hand of the woman had rt by its hull born h and now Inexhaustible much blood ran down. Again it flashed when the man fell to his knees. (If "knee" is a form of mud?) "No one will remember you!" (you repeat yourself.) said the woman and tore out his heart with a jolt. With the blood on her hand, she labeled the grave. "James Ford (And why do all the time" Jim "?) 1948-2008 ."...

The next morning was the last night fade. (This is generally also called the dawn.) The rain disappeared and the sun shone on the small little town. Sam and Dean were sitting in a cafe and had breakfast while Sam flipped hard in the newspaper. (Weak! Sammy is too weak to turn the page. Dean probably has eaten him his breakfast.) "Looking for something bestimtes" asked Dean with his mouth full. Sam looked at him with raised eyebrow. " (You know that I have lost my brain in here somewhere!) I Do not know yet." He said briefly. Dean looked a bit puzzled, had already served a yes or no, (everything he did anyway, with its three remaining brain cells) but he went on eating anyway. (he had every time he saw something in this FF not dispensed to the meal, he probably would have starved.) Sam remained in an article available. (Already in chapter one wrong, this formulation.) He screwed up his face in disgust, which which Dean gave him attention. His little brother showed him the text and get a "nice" photo. "Dude, I'm eating!" Unruly Dean said. (Bitchy! Dean. But since when it holds for the sight of some body parts from the food?) The photo showed a man next to a terribly the dressed with Blutbeschrifteten grave. (So the newspaper said that I see. Or the lousy crime scene barricade.) The article told (certain is that there is a newspaper and not a horror novel?) was how the man in the same night (in which the brain eaters of Dean and Sam were attacked) and the theories of his death. (The experts were not agreed whether the lack of heart or the logic was.) Dean Mustt laugh as Sam read that some people suspected that he stumbled on the grave stone. (And it is the heart fell out, and has painted the grave stone ... So the very first-class police work that I expected in such a FF.) "So a new job for us," said the ä ; older Winchester. "Looks like." Confirmed Sam and stood up. After a trip

'in the Impala while Sam was asleep. Dean looked at him briefly. (Dean, you have to concentrate on the traffic! Multitasking is not in there with so little brain!) Unfortunately, it looked like this as if Sammy again a nightmare. His suspicions were confirmed when his little brother woke up suddenly. When Sam saw Dean in his face, he slowly realized that it was only a dream. "From what you have for this time again schnuckliges dreaming?" Dean asked, annoyed. (Aha, protector! Dean is unnerved them that his little brother nightmares. Total IC.) Sam saw him almost shocked at (but only almost, because something was absolutely not here to Canon .. .) "Say, do you think I do that on purpose or what?" he replied grimly. "Did I say not yet," replied bitchy Dean, but when he saw Sam was still shocked by his dream was he let loose. "What happened?" He asked in a calm tone. "Nothing, never mind." Sam said, turning away his head out the window. His big brother was on instead of getting it escalated. (Sam could throw it with cotton-wool!)
finally arrived they went out of the car and looked at the concerns of the deceased. (We had that concern = Order, Please;! = Large estate house and land, Anyway. is Dean this time not stepped on.) Both he (The Lord or what?) and "his" grave stone had been taken away by police, but much blood was dipped slowly into the wet, schlamige Earth was still visible . "Very appetizing ..." Dean said and took out his MEF (* headdesk *) .

Cut: The "MEF" beats out easily, Dean suspects a ghost. That's it with his bright moment, he has to explain that is by Sam leave, which he needs a fake FBI badge and send him People ask.

"Well done. What else? Or was it that you a pro? "The smaller of the Winchester said sarcastically. (We are talking about the way of 1.90 m Sam ...)

Cut: Dean, in addition to the phone numbers of the daughters of the house also found out that the murdered man was different in the past.

"Wait, I think they said ... "Ford". " (Of course, Dean's a beginner in the field of research and remembers those facts do not even) Sam was startled. "Jim Ford? The name I have ever on the grave stone blutbeschrifteten seen in her father's diary, "he said, and fumbled the above question from his pocket. Dean watched Sam stretched it in the diary leafed (Ui, Sammy can scroll effortlessly anyway!) stopped and suddenly a text. (* headdesk *)

Cut: In John's ultra-professional diary entry is that even the good colleague Jim died in the same way. However, he had no desire to investigate the case further. Or so.

Cut 2: Sam wakes up in the night by a wailing, and sees the ghost outside the window.

The next morning, Sam woke up first, as always in fact (Hey, a spark IC!) . He got up and walked a bit, but he immediately wanted to ask a few people. Pöltzlich met him a young woman. "Sam? Is it you? "She asked, surprised. Sam examined her briefly. (Bwahaha, Doctor Sam investigates the people he meets just on the street ...) "Maria? Hey, how are you? What are you doing in Iowa? "Asked Sam also verdunzt.

Cut: Sam cries for Jess.

But then she could not resist a question on (A wonderful change of subject:) . "You Sam, Rebecca (Episode 6) told me about you and your brother Dean. Is that was your job? I bet Becky has just made a joke right? "Maria grinned slightly (And then please explain how Dean's official funeral?) . The young Winchester was such a good liar, but he could not, even a sound to bring out staa, he looked nervous back and forth (Dun dun DUN! Sam , is the first year of life lies in training again, so it can not simply nod?) . Sam could not explain it, but it had a strange feeling (That's FF-induced nausea, as usual, do not worry.) . "Becky was telling the truth?" Asked Maria something (insert adjective here * missing *) . "Well ... maybe ... uh ... yes ... (oder. .. not ... ääääääääääähm ....) "he finally antworetet. Maria smiled. "Nice to see you are honest." She said, turning slowly (And this truth, they can now so easily available in the room? Sure ...) .

Cut: Sam goes back to the motel. Dean reminded him on the news.

"All right, this Mary was your friend right?" Dean asked properly caring (Dean knows we all know that all of Sam's friends from Stanford.) . "You do not understand, Dean! I have just spoken to Maria, "said Sam. "Uh ... This is not quite, right? Mary Gordon was murdered yesterday night. "Dean said (Blitzmerker! Dean! Honestly, a logical tour de force!) . "Dean, now handed me slowly! Only Jim (ad V.: What is meant here actually Jack from Chapter One ...) that was not nearly close, and now Mary, with whom I probably would not talk to! "scolded by another Sam. "Well, either you ticks not quite clean, or someone will tell you something. "Dean said. (clear, and both possibilities does Dean relaxed. It really is not any dangerous when one's brother is turning and / or pursued by a ghost ...) "I'll go look at the cemetery if we find something to our mind. You can rest up because of me, so confused before you use anything. "Deans wording behavior was not the best completely OOC, but Sam knew to appreciate.

Cut: Sam goes to the cemetery to mourn Maria and is fixed by the gardener. Or so.


Sam betratt the floor of the church when he winced. (This sentence is a prime example of futility.) The pastor Smeared blood lay on the ground next to him a nochunbeschrifteter grave. Sam had not expected such to meet the desired spirit of a murdered priest in a church. This looked at him, her mouth full of blood, as well as the hands, Sam immediately fell on the eyes, flashed black (And I thought she had eyes instead of just "empty shells"?) . The ghost woman threw herself on the helpless Sam (Aw, helplessness! Sammy! And the sad thing is that he was already in Chapter One ...) , who struggled in vain. Suddenly he remembered the Dean's next door to the cemetery was (He did it while in the cemetery of "Metropolis" is not seen, but well ...) . "Dean ... Dean ... "he said, but the spirit continued choking him until he stayed away the air (he calls so while he is being strangled, and hopes that Dean him through the walls of the church to heard about the cemetery ...) . Behind the two suddenly appeared someone. Sam was now sure that Dean was right: He ticked not quite right (Could be due to the lack of oxygen on the hallucinations he is not mean to strangle , damn it.!) . "Jess?" He asked, with his last strength.
Dean talked further with the gardens (No, you have no missed cut. Anyway, you are not on the logic ...) . "All who died worked as a hearse drivers, grave stone manufacturers, Coffin manufacturers ..." said the gardener. Dean rolled his eyes, he knew what professions meant were Bestatunghelfer, mason and coffin-maker, the guy did not seem to be particularly clever (WTF? The whole FF behaves on the Dean as a completely under-exposed idiot and now he suddenly mutates to show-off know-it? ) . Suddenly he noticed something. "Hey missing, now just the priest." He said skeptically, and glanced at the church.

Cut: Jess to the Rescue rescues Sam with a fireball, he warns of "new evil forces" and comforts him with the fact that he should not blame him because they had not bought his warnings anyway. And then suddenly

Jess stopped him, they sealed his lips with hers. Sam was never kissed by a ghost, on the other hand, it was Jess, in any form (Yikes. That has to be incredibly romantic.) . Now the spirit wanted to attack (Nice of him that he has been waiting for.) . "What a mind," asked Sam. "Defend yourself Sam, she's a vengeful spirit. (If it were simply an evil spirit not of course you were allowed up to defend, and'd have to die a gruesome death.) "said Jess. The moment Dean came running into the church and took out his gun. (* If I say Colt? But I do not mean that Colt ... q0 / / x / / 0p ° ° *) (Die, Author comment! DIE!) "Sam? All iNORD ...." he broke off his sentence because he heard that Jessica was in the room (That he told the pink, winged unicorn. Or something.) . Jess smiled briefly. "I can go now. Dean has found out what it has to with the mind. "She said, and glanced at Sam. "No, wait," cried the latter. "Do not worry, I'll stay by your side." She promised, and disappeared. "Sam to get up," said Dean. "Where is the pastor?" Sam pointed to the blood-stained floor where the body lay (So Dean is not only stupid but blind ...) . The spirit laughed. "Too late," laughed the Geistergestallt. "I now know who this woman! Amy Cross, wife of Ben Cross. "Told Dean. "She takes revenge on the people who helped to bury her husband." Sam looked from the angry faces of his brother and the mind back and forth. "But why?" He asked. "Because her husband was buried alive, so!" (And why avenge his wife and not he himself?) The spirit was so angry that the two brothers were now in a circle of fire. "How do you know?" She cried. "I've talked to the gardener. Robert Cross, if I'm not mistaken. The brother of the deceased. (He tells Strangers like crazy all over his sister in law!) grinned, "Dean of victory. The ghost form was boiling with anger. Dean shot the woman several times until it is contorted with pain dissipated. (again: in the Supernatural universe dies a spirit not of rock salt!)

Cut: Sam is afraid that Jess is an evil spirit and howls around because of the botched job. Dean leaves him the Impala and he's happy again now ..


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A happy Halloween to you all! : D ~

Sunday, October 4, 2009

How To Hang Rod Pocket Curtains On Rings

End of the guest performance ...

After some consideration I have decided not to continue my blog on Live Journal.

Instead, I change to blog.de because there I have some functions that simply do not offer the Live Journal.

goes from now on it here:

The suffering of the undecided lead player on blog.de

Friday, October 2, 2009

How To Know If ;you Have A Blade Infection

NaNoWriMo by writing

Is there an interest in special operations in the form of frequent progress posts for Nano? Or are the weekly posts enough? Please take part in the survey only if you will participate in NaNo, that want to actively participate in the progress posts.


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If 7-8 people are interested in more frequent posts, we must consider how we do it exactly, since neither [info] mohya yet I NaNo participate (in other words, before volunteers!) ... But we will manage that then.

course, both during the NaNoWriMo welcome both before and after all sorts of NaNo-related assistance and Squee posts.

[edit:] sry for stupid (write) errors in the survey: (Bin plain tiiiired And you can change it now never writes