So back in 2002, a young writer, who had been editing a fantasy novel for the past six months, had a pair of lines pop into his head. And when he wrote them down, more lines wrote themselves. And before he knew it, he had a short story. And that short story grew into something… [...]
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Brent stood over me, a gun pointed at his head.
He always was a melodramatic little shit.
Brent had no idea what to make of this, so he decided to try again. “That’s my car,” he said trying to keep his voice from shaking. “Could you get off it so I can leave?”
Finally, the guy actually responded. “But I’m hunting vampires.”
The waiter’s face twitched a little at that. I guess he figured he wouldn’t get much of a tip when we were ordering that cheap. But then he grinned again, that stupid obnoxious grin of his. “Is the no blood version okay?” he asked. I turned and looked at him. I didn’t say anything, just looked at him until he realized he had screwed up. “Fine, that’s cool,” he said. “Be right up.” And then he slunk away.
It escalated from there.